“What happened?” My husband asked as I put down my phone.

A small truck just hit a pole down the road knocking out the power. My son was riding around with some friends in a small truck.

“An accident by Merle’s house. Where is Kyle? “ I responded.

“He’s downstairs. He came home early because he didnt feel like drinking” My husband said.

I ran downstairs. I had to see my son to be sure. As I reached the bottom step, I saw him playing a game. “Kyle!” I cried as I wrapped my arms around him.