Ten years earlier, my life had shattered in the middle of the night.
Two police officers knocked on my door at two in the morning.
I already knew something was wrong the moment I saw their faces.
They told me my only son, David, had died in a car accident. The road was wet. His car had skidded and hit a guardrail.
He was gone instantly.
His wife, Vanessa, had been in the passenger seat. She survived with only minor injuries.
