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Their car.

“Where are the boys?”

Silence.

My heart beats once. Hard.

“Mom, where are Josh and James?”

“They were with her.”

“No.”

I don’t recognize the voice coming out of me.

“Logan—”

“No.” I press the phone tighter against my ear. “You’re wrong. Someone made a mistake. Where are they? What hospital did they take them to?”

“There wasn’t anything the doctors could do.”

I shake my head.

She keeps talking, but the words no longer make sense.

Train.

Crossing.

Impact.

No survivors.

My wife.

My sons.

Gone.

“No,” I say again.

Sean grabs my arm when my legs give way. He and Holt keep me from hitting the pavement, but I fight them.

“Let go of me.”

“Logan,” Sean says.

“I have to get home.”

“We’ll take you.”

“I said let go!”

I wrench away from them and nearly fall again. The phone slips from my hand and strikes the pavement. I stare at it as Mom’s voice continues calling my name.

I can’t pick it up.

I can’t listen to another word.