“‘Pack Your Bags. You’re Done.’ What My Son Didn’t Know Was I’d Already Won”

how people can believe they’ve won when they don’t even know the game ended yesterday.”

Luke blinked, confused. Avery stepped back, uneasy.

“Game over,” I whispered. “For both of you.”

Christmas Day arrived wrapped in artificial cheer. Luke had decorated enthusiastically—lights, garlands, candles—everything polished to disguise the rot beneath.

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