Chapter 16
Etan’s eyesight and his vision clashed, stuttered. Moving into real time.
Alex running out of time.
He heard people shouting behind him. The piercing shriek of his little boy was still impossibly far off.
The community garden he and Alex had labored over was full of autumn herbs and flowers, the scent heady in the rising heat. Around the bulk of the greenhouse Alex worked so hard to build.
Etan finally saw the class across the fields.
So far away. Yet he could hear his husband’s shout as he took another step toward their son.
Every step brought Etan closer to too late.
“Alex, stop!”
Alex moved again, the dogs barking and circling. Only a few steps separated his body from the filthy, dull blade.
Linda grabbed up Caela and Gwen, shouting to the older kids to move back.
