I felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal urge to protect my child at all costs. Leo’s face was a canvas of fear and pain, and I was determined to erase it. I stood up, my mind racing through the possibilities of what could be happening at home.
“Mr. Jensen, please let us handle the situation,” the nurse urged, sensing the storm brewing beneath my calm exterior. Her concern was genuine, but she didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. No one would touch my son and walk away unwounded.
I knelt again, looking directly into Leo’s eyes, trying to impart some semblance of calm. “Leo, listen to me. You’re safe now. I’m going to make sure you’re always safe, okay?”
