tls My son returned from his mother’s house moving oddly, his teeth clenched and unable to sit. I didn’t contact a lawyer, I didn’t argue with my ex… I phoned 911 before anyone could erase the evidence.
Tommy came through the door walking like something hurt that he had been taught not to mention. That was the first thing I noticed. Not his face, because his face was pointed at the floor. Not his backpack, though it hung crookedly from one shoulder instead of bouncing against his spine the way it usually…
