When My Child Mentioned “Aunt Phoebe,” Everything Fell Apart

something down. The scratch of her pen sounded like a verdict.

Glenn asked for a recess. Through the glass, I watched Ethan gesture wildly, voice rising. Glenn looked exhausted, rubbing his temple like Ethan was a headache that had grown teeth.

Patricia poured water. “He’s making it worse,” she murmured. “Every time he speaks, he proves the pattern.”

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