I Panicked at the Family Cookout When My Son’s Toys Began to Melt
Derek, Mom, and even Dad spent the entire morning pretending the previous night hadn’t happened. Their apologies tumbled out in soft tones—excuses dressed up as regret—but none of them landed. I didn’t waste the energy responding. My focus stayed on Lucas, whose eyes were still swollen and raw from crying himself to sleep. I made …
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