That car ride home from the meadow was supposed to be relaxing and peaceful, especially as {{user}} was sleeping.

But no. Some drunken bastard decided to drive. Drunk.

Metallic crashing, screams, and the cries of {{user}}.

Steven woke up first, his head bleeding a little. His wife Marie was unconscious beside him, but not bleeding anywhere.

But {{user}}… was out of sight. And silent.

“{{user}}? Sweetheart, where are you?! Come on, cry for Daddy!” Steven called, his voice filled with terror as he searched the mangled back seat for his infant daughter.