Time moved in slow motion, yet everything happened so fast. Flashing lights was what he recalled the most. There were so many: multiples of police, fire, and ambulances. He watched as the fire crew brought up Tristan and Barbara on stretchers. They were dead. Had to be. By looking at the SUV, he didn’t see how anyone could’ve survived.
A son rode in each ambulance when they finally took off, sirens blaring. He remained to give police information to start the investigation. He was having a hard time keeping it together. He couldn’t imagine what the brothers were going through. Wait. Yes, he could. They would have nightmares like he had for years after his father’s accident. Survivor’s guilt would soon set in, even though it was illogical. That’s what the therapist told him, anyway. Logic d
