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

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I wanted to believe her. I needed to believe her.

Friday morning, I was already running late for work. Johnny was crying again in the hallway, and I did something I still regret.

I raised my voice.

“Stop it,” I snapped. “You have to go.”

The sound of my own words made me flinch. But nothing compared to what it did to him.

Johnny stopped mid-sob. Completely continue reading …