I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

easy in his own skin. But that day, he stood in the doorway, pale and tight-jawed, his phone clutched so hard I thought he might crack it.

“Hey, baby,” I said. “You look terrible. Tell me you didn’t eat Grandpa’s leftover potato salad.”

“CONGRATS, LEO!”

He didn’t crack a smile.

“Leo?”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “Mom, can you sit down? Please?”

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