{Carl}
At first I thought I didn't hear it right when the doctor said B.I.D. I thought the meaning was something else and not what I was thinking. However, seeing his downcast expression and hearing what he had to say afterwards broke my heart.
I didn't realize that I had frozen until he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"We tried our best, Mr. White but...."
"You tried your best?" I hissed, grabbing hold of his collar. "If you tried your best, then you wouldn't be here telling me that my son was no more!"
Wait, what?
The meaning of the news seemed to just sink into my head as I said it out loud.
Clinton was no more.
My son was no more.
He was only four years old and now he's gone?
Gone like, I wouldn't see him anymore?
No. That can't be.
The doctors were mistaken. How co
