We had just texted our 17-year-old son, asking when he would be home. It was just past his curfew, and we hadn’t heard him come home yet.
When the hospital called not 10 minutes later, I almost couldn’t understand the words when they said my son had been shot.
We drove as fast as we could, but we didn’t get there before he was taken to surgery. He died in surgery two hours later. I’ll never know if he knew I was coming to him.
Of all the ways I worried as a parent, I’d never considered gun violence.