The instinct to protect your child never truly fades. I’m a woman in my fifties living in a peaceful suburban neighborhood with my husband, Nathan. We’ve shared more than twenty-five years of marriage and have one son, Xavier, who has always been the center of our world.
He’s twenty-two now and finishing college. Even though he moved away several years ago, we’ve remained close. At least, that’s what I believed until a few weeks ago when one phone call from Xavier completely blindsided us.
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