When I got the call confirming Rick’s arrest, I didn’t know whether to cry from relief or anger. The idea that someone could harm another person for money — for greed — still haunts me.
David eventually recovered, though the scars on his back remain faint reminders of that nightmare. Every time I trace them with my fingers, I remember the fear in that hospital room — the doctor’s shout, the flashing lights, the unknown that almost took everything from us.
