Walking out of the elevator, Kyle placed Ethan on the floor the second the doors opened.
Kelsey was already waiting for us in the sitting area beside the hospital exit.
I saw her.
Ethan saw the doors.
And before my brain could even finish processing what was happening…
He ran.
Not toward Kelsey.
Toward the exit.
My entire body reacted.
Ethan was a flight risk.
I was the mother of a nonverbal autistic eight-year-old.
There was no time to stand there and politely ask him to stop.
There was no time to repeat myself seven times.
Or four.
There was no time to explain personal space.
My son was running outside.
So I ran after him.
Unlike everyone else sitting in that waiting area who simply watched…
I f*****g moved.
The second Ethan made it outside, my hand caught the first th
