Part 1: The Morning My Son Begged Me Not to Go

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the floor, and ran upstairs two steps at a time.

Johnny was curled into the corner of his bedroom, clutching his blanket with both hands. His face was red, streaked with tears, his whole body shaking. I dropped to my knees beside him, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it.

“What happened, baby?” I asked frantically, checking him over. “Are you hurt?continue reading …

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