My Useless Scumbag Husband

I was burning with fever when Andrew called, asking me to pick up Matthew from the train station. "Something urgent came up," he says.

Something urgent? My heart pounded, part fear, part anger. What could be more urgent than our son?

But I didn't argue. I'm already so used to it, so... what for? No choice, I hurried to the station.

When I got there, my fevered brain raced with worries. There were flashing lights of police cars and ambulances near the station, so how could I not panic?

Heart pounding, I searched for my son until I saw him, lying so still on the ground.