Now that the driver had gone, I could think clearly. Danny was still trembling in my arms, sobbing quietly. After comforting him for a while, he gradually stopped crying. After a while, he said, "Mommy, it's too dark here. I want to go home."

"I know, baby. We'll get home soon," I said and kissed his cheek.

As he was old enough to understand adult conversations, he asked, "Mommy, are we going to die?"

"My baby, no, we won't," I assured him with a soft ...