Read by David Mildon
Chance’s high-pitched screams filled the house. They spread like ripples, starting in the kitchen and expanding out until they reached every corner of our home, his four-year-old lungs as powerful as an air-raid siren. Peggy’s sounds came to me caught up in the waves of Chance’s screams. Her shoes slapped the kitchen floor. She gasped, “What happened? Let Mommy look at it.”