he was beyond tired and should probably stop at the next motel , get some sleep , let his boys rest in a bed , but henry couldnt get his mind to stop , couldnt shake the cold sweat seeping from his skin with the feeling of being murdered over and over replaying through his systema tremble rolled through him because he knew , he knew that his son had experienced it far worse , and for far longer than he hadand if it was having this effect on himaw , cael .