Too Late for Regret, Ex-Wife

Having worked at a top-secret facility for five years, my mother recently called me frequently to say that my daughter was crying all day long, begging to see me.

Time was running out, so the meeting place was chosen not far from the restricted area of the base.

As soon as I parked the car, a SUV speeding at nearly 200 miles per hour barreled toward me, along with the bang of the car crashing, I heard a sharp and piercing cry.

I stumbled out of the car, only to discover that my five-year-old daughter was tied to the roof of the SUV.