I looked at my son’s face in that hallway and understood that he had been trying to tell me something true for a very long time, and that I had spent months teaching him not to.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Okay.

I believe you.

Here’s what we’re going to do.”

Chapter 4 — A Special Blend for Your Stress

We walked back to the table, my knees loose under me with every step.

I sat down without touching the mug.