[ WP ] Someone you know has been in a horrible accident . You burst through the crowds and police to be near them . As you get close to them you realise you made a mistake . It 's not who you thought it was .

The museum doors were going to open at 9 AM, which was perfect. The kids could run around and play together, and we would be able to walk behind them and just make sure they did n't touch anything. Marianne would prattle on and on, with Jim smirking at me and rolling his eyes, but at least it was better than staying indoors on such a stormy day. Seeing the terracota warriors was a much better plan than trying to keep Henry entertained while couped up in the house. Plus he loved seeing Jim. 
 
 A dark blue minivan pulled out, and I smiled. Jim was always on time. He would rather die than be late. I could n't see Marianne, but I was sure she was in the back, packing stuff in the diaper bag or checking on something for the last time. 
 
 I did n't see it happen, but I heard it. The screech of tires and the loud thud caught my attention. I slammed on the brakes and swerved, sideswiping the car next to me, which slid to a halt a few feet ahead. 
 
 `` Holy shit!'' Henry. I looked over my shoulder to see him wide eyed. `` Are you OK?'' 
 
 He nodded, his little face white, the toy dog in his hands forgotten. I could tell that he was scared and gauging my reaction, so I forced a smile. He started to cry. 
 
 `` Hey lady, you OK?'' A man was outside my window, a bag of groceries clutched in his arms. 
 
 `` Yea, fine.'' I glanced around at the accident. The blue minivan was in the middle of the intersection, but it did n't look right. It's not supposed to be like that. 
 
 `` It's OK, baby, it's OK.'' I turned the car off, removed my seat belt and got out to see what had happened. The blue minivan was smoking, the front end shrunken in like an accordion. 
 
 Henry. I ran around the car and pulled the door open. He was still crying, but he put his arms out when he saw me, and I unbuckled him with shaking hands. My back twinged as I pulled him out, and he laughed to hear the sirens. `` Fire truck!'' 
 
 I could hear people talking, but their words did n't sink in. Jim. He was in there. The minivan was n't supposed to be like that. We were going to the museum. He had wanted to see Henry. To see me. But now -- - 
 
 The police pulled up and one of them got out with a flashlight to peer in the car. A crowd had gathered around, and I pushed my way to the front. 
 
 `` Let me through! He's -- -'' 
 
 The window was broken and I could see the man inside. Not Jim. 
 
 I stood there as the police officer tried to stop the bleeding. Henry hid his face, tucking it against my neck. `` I wan na go home. I want Papa.'' 
 
 I hugged him closer, everything else fading away. `` Yea, me too.'' 
 

