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When my son came home from school that afternoon, I knew something was wrong before he even said a word.
The front door slammed hard enough to shake the hallway frames. A second later, his backpack hit the floor, followed by his bedroom door.
I stayed on the couch for a moment, listening to the silence afterward.
Then I called softly, “Sammy?”
“Just leave
That answer alone told me everything.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of the chocolate bites I’d baked earlier that morning. They were his favorite, especially on bad days.
When I pushed open his bedroom door, he was lying face-down across the bed like the entire world had offended him personally.
“I said leave me alone,” he continue reading …
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