He nodded.
“For almost six minutes,” Benny explained.
My hand flew to my mouth.
I knew exactly how physically exhausting CPR could be.
Even trained medical professionals often rotated during prolonged resuscitation efforts.
Yet my seventeen-year-old son had continued helping an elderly neighbor until emergency responders arrived.
—El despachador contó con él —dijo Benny. “Logan siguió las instrucciones y no se fue del lado de Walter”.
I looked at Logan.
He was staring at the floor.
Then he whispered something that made my eyes fill with tears.
“I didn’t want him to be alone, Mom.”
For a moment, the kitchen went completely quiet.
I understood immediately.
Daniel.
The roadside.
The truck.
The thought that his father had spent his final moments without family nearby.
Logan had carried that memory for two years.
And now, when he found someone else in trouble, he refused to walk away.
“Did Mr. Henson survive?” I asked.
