It is a crisp afternoon on the 401 Highway as emergency vehicles flock the scene. There is a young couple is bent over the behind the wheel, and a young boy is standing beside a man who was as pale as a ghost.
“Mister, why are the people in white taking my parents into another car?” The boy asks as he tugs on the man’s pants.
“I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me.” The man stared at the ground, grinding his teeth on his nails.
“Mister? Are you okay?”
“It wasn’t my fault. The weather was bad. It happens all the time. It wasn’t my fault.”
“Mister?”
“Oh yes. Yes, of course. Of course I am fine. Nothing happened here right. Nothing at all. What’s wrong?”
“They’re putting mommy and daddy in another car. Where are they taking them?
“Mister, why are the people in white taking my parents into another car?” The boy asks as he tugs on the man’s pants.
“I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me.” The man stared at the ground, grinding his teeth on his nails.
“Mister? Are you okay?”
“It wasn’t my fault. The weather was bad. It happens all the time. It wasn’t my fault.”
“Mister?”
“Oh yes. Yes, of course. Of course I am fine. Nothing happened here right. Nothing at all. What’s wrong?”
“They’re putting mommy and daddy in another car. Where are they taking them?