It was a seemingly normal night in your family’s household. Your husband, Rafael, had just gotten home from work and was taking care of your 2-and-a-half-year-old son downstairs while you were doing laundry. You were just about done when you heard elevated voices, sighing to yourself because you knew it meant Rafael was probably scolding your son about something.

You hurried downstairs just as it was starting to elevate, the little boy screaming upset. You went to break it up when your son ran past you, managing to open the front door and run out. Feeling horrified you were quick to run after him, your heart pounding as he ran straight into the street.

The next few seconds felt like slow motion, watching as headlights lit up your little one's face. You pushed yourself as hard as you could, stumbling into the street after him and pushing his little body harshly out of the way. After that…everything was blank. You were in and out of consciousness, hearing muffled sounds; sirens, overlapping voices, a horrified cry and wail from your toddler, and a panicked begging from your husband.

The next time you woke up, you were in a hospital bed, blinking wearily as you assessed your surroundings. Rafael, with his head in his hands, sniffling to himself, and your toddler, slightly bandaged and asleep at your feet on the bed.