I Thought Sending My Son to His Father Was the Right Choice—Until I Realized He Needed Me More Than Ever

homework and blushed if he didn’t pull an A.

The Voicemail No One Answered

That night, I called him. No answer. I left a voicemail. Hours passed. Still nothing. I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring at the last picture he’d sent — him and Eddie holding up a burnt pizza like it was some kind of joke between them.

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