I Came Home Five Days Early So I Wouldn’t Miss My Son’s Birthday. I Wasn’t Prepared for What I Walked Into.

unease crystallizing into something sharper. Matthew hated camping. His son was the kid who preferred sketching birds to hunting them, who’d rather read about forests than hike through them. The one time they’d gone camping as a family, Matthew had cried the entire second night because he felt bad for the fish they’d caught.

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