Your Father Was There
The photograph trembled in Sophia's hands.
She couldn't stop staring at the words.
Your father was there.
The sentence felt unreal.
Wrong.
Impossible.
Her father?
No.
There had to be some mistake.
Some misunderstanding.
Some cruel joke.
Because her father had died years ago.
A respected man.
A kind man.
A paramedic who spent his life saving people.
Saving people.
The thought made her stomach twist.
Slowly she looked back at the photograph.
The wrecked vehicle.
The rain.
The emergency crews.
The two boys.
Steve.
Stanley.
And suddenly...
Nothing felt impossible anymore.
Sophia immediately turned and hurried down the corridor.
The photograph clutched tightly in her hand.
Her pulse ra
