I walked in and my son said, “Mom, why did you tell my teacher I’m
The next morning, the sun filtered into the room like it had no idea of the shadows creeping in my mind. I dressed quickly, dividing my attention between the mundane tasks of the morning and the chaos in my thoughts. David helped Oliver get ready for school, his patience a thin veneer over simmering anger….
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