She cradled the child to her chest, wondering why she couldn’t stop crying 

The blond woman stepped forward and passed the man who had yanked open the door of the car

They’d been there like that for two and a half hours, since the eighteen wheeler and barreled her away from the road 

No sound escaped from the toddler, he just stared at empty space

She shrunk away from the strangers, pressing the child further into her own body 

a whimper escaped her as they pry-ed the youth from her arms

Blood was stained across her white shirt, staining her with sin 

Her breathe was ragged in her throat she she screamed, demanding her offspring

The yellow man held her back as her muscles spasmed in an effort to get her child back

The woman shook her head, ‘time of death, one-hundred hours’  

They hauled her away into a car with flashing lights, a man with a notepad smiled at her

‘hello, Diane. Its Dr.Michaels, remember? Could you tell me about what happened?’ 

Sobs rang through her, they took my Jason away she responded. 

‘Diane, Jason died twelve years ago…’ 

She refused to believe it, she just held him 

‘that was Stacy, Nurse Willow’s child. You kidnapped her.’ 

No, it was Jason!