They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

destroyed us. Sarah’s freaking out. I’m—”

“You destroyed yourselves,” I interrupted.

Silence.

Then, very softly, he said, “I’m in trouble, Mom.”

I felt my chest tighten.

There it was.

The hook.

The part of the story where mothers are supposed to fold.

Where we’re supposed to say, Oh sweetheart, tell me how much, I’ll fix it.

My hands trembled.

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