A thirty-second decision on a Saturday morning becomes every parent’s worst fear. This is a story about loving a child you cannot protect from himself—and the moment fear takes the wheel.
I had to stop halfway through and breathe. The way you wrote this mirrors exactly how trauma actually moves—fragmented, urgent, then impossibly quiet. I don’t have anything eloquent to add, only deep respect for your honesty and overwhelming relief that Carter is safe. This is the kind of writing that lingers long after you close the page.
I had to stop halfway through and breathe. The way you wrote this mirrors exactly how trauma actually moves—fragmented, urgent, then impossibly quiet. I don’t have anything eloquent to add, only deep respect for your honesty and overwhelming relief that Carter is safe. This is the kind of writing that lingers long after you close the page.
Imagine how many times I had to stop while writing it :)
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