Read an excerpt from “Unthinkable” by Brandon Boudreaux

October 2nd, 2019, Gilbert, Arizona I buckled my four young children into their seats in my Tesla. I was in a rush to get them to the various places they needed to be that morning. As I started driving, my oldest son, age nine at the time, said our daily morning prayer. He prayed that I, his dad, would be safe while we were apart. The familiar prayer he had offered so many mornings that it had become as routine as the sound of the car starting. I barely heard him. My mind was on the gym and my business meeting later that morning. His prayer played underneath all of it, like the radio left on in the background of a drive. A couple of hours later, I turned onto my street alone, the kids’ car seats still in the backseat. Driving up the street toward my new house, I noticed a Jeep Wrangler with tinted windows parked in front, where my neighbor’s van usually sat. As I got ready to turn into my driveway, the Jeep’s rear window tilted up, just enough for what looked like something long and black to emerge. Crack! My driver’s side window shattered, but held in place. Before I could think, I slammed on the accelerator and my Tesla jumped forward. “Was that a gunshot? Did someone just shoot at me?” I sped past the Jeep, already reaching to dial 911. When I got to the end of the street, I looked over my shoulder and saw the Jeep make a U-turn and speed away. The next few hours were a blur. Police, shock, fear. Feeling faint as the adrenaline ran its course. I barely registered friends arriving. And going through my head, over and over: Someone just tried to kill me.