“Just…” he groaned. Just what? What sentence was he trying to shape? Just leave? Just let me free? No. Just let my son go. That’s what he was trying to say. And even he was surprised to realize those were the words he meant. Surprised because a person never really knows how he or she will react at those worst moments, do they? Each of us hopes to be brave, to be kind, to be heroic. But how often do we get the chance to find out which it’ll be? But in this moment the thing he was willing to beg for was the life of his son. He would’ve done it for Emma, too.