"No, please, God no!" I screamed, kneeling down. I took his face in my hands. "No, please. No."
They pulled the bag over his head. "No!! Please, there has to be something you can do!" The man just shook his head.
"I'm sorry ma'am."
"You don't understand!" I snarled at him. "He's my son!"
"I know ma'am, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to-" I fixed him with my death glare.
"Do you really think I'm going to leave my son?" I hissed. "He's all that I have!"
"I'm sorry ma'am but-"
I rose to my feet and stared him right in his eyes. They were dark brown, almost black.
"Do you have kids, sir?"
"Yes, a son who's 6."
"Would you do anything for him?"
"Of course."
"What if this was your son instead of mine?"
He shifted his weight.
"Would you just leave him?"
No response.
"I didn't think so."
