When Mason chose to live with his father after the divorce, I tried to respect his decision, hoping the change would give him the connection he’d been longing for.
At first, things seemed to be going well—late-night pancake experiments, silly selfies, short clips of burnt breakfasts, and cheerful updates that convinced me he was adjusting.
I kept telling myself that …
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