daughter.

Then I typed:

Somewhere you can’t control me.

And boarded the plane.

Part 2

PART 2

Ryan called me that evening.

I almost didn’t answer.

But after the third ring, I picked up.

“Mom.”

He was crying.

“I’m so sorry.”

For one dangerous second, I heard the little boy he used to be.

The boy whose problems I always solved.

Then I reminded myself that Ryan was continue reading …