I went out into the hallway to avoid being confronted by my mother. I sobbed
into Graham’s shoulder as he rubbed my back, trying to unsuccessfully calm me.
After ten minutes of constant crying, I finally stopped; red eyed and tired and we
went back home.
Graham drove home, because I was still in shock of what had just happened.
My father would never see his grandkids, and it was all because of a drunk driver.
Graham had talked to my mother and she said he was driving and a drunk driver
going the wrong way on the wrong side of the street hit him head on. The worst part
is, he was driving to come see me and so he could find out about the triplets.