Chapter 7 - SHATTERED GLASS
I arrived at the museum just as Beatrice, Bennett, and Caleb were exiting via the private side entrance. The flashbulbs of the paparazzi were blinding, but I saw the danger immediately. A black SUV, headlights off, was accelerating rapidly down the service alley, aimed directly at the red carpet where my sons stood.
There was no time to shout. There was no time to negotiate.
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I threw myself forward, tackling Bennett and Caleb backward into the marble columns just as the SUV vaulted the curb. The deafening crunch of metal against stone tore through the night, followed by screams. Glass rained down like diamonds in the flashbulbs.
I lay on the pavement, gasping for breath, clutching the two boys to my chest. For the first time, I felt their hearts beating rapidly against mine. I looked up to see the SUV smoking against the wall, its driver pinned by security. I had saved them.
