When they carefully rolled him onto his back, Ethan saw the dark stain spreading across his father’s jacket. “Dad, you’re bleeding!” he cried.
Daniel forced a small smile through the pain. “It’s nothing,” he said. “You’re safe. That’s what matters.”
The driver of the sedan stumbled out, pale and shaking. “I lost control,” the man kept repeating. “The brakes didn’t catch.”
Daniel didn’t even look at him. His focus never left Ethan.
Inside the ambulance, as the paramedic pressed gauze against his shoulder, Daniel winced but stayed calm. “You’re lucky,” the paramedic said. “If that debris had hit your son directly…”