My Son Shut The Door In My Face—By Morning, I Knew Why

herself physically between me and Marcus when we talked.

How she would answer questions I’d directed at him.

How she would end our video calls abruptly—always with Emma or Tyler suddenly needing something urgent the moment I appeared on screen.

How Marcus’s text messages had become shorter, more formal, less like my son.

My phone rang again. Marcus.

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