It all happened so fast. I had to make a decision quickly. And that decision cost my son his life.
I saw the sniper, his eyes locked on me.
"Get down!" I screamed, pulling Kate down with me.
I could've sworn we avoided the bullet. Kate was my main priority.
"He's bleeding out!" I heard someone yell.
I looked down to see my son's blood smeared across the cement.
This was my fault. Mine.