When my mother-in-law proposed that our son spend two weeks

The next night, my phone rang.

It was my mother-in-law’s number. I expected cheerful updates.

Instead, I heard sobbing.

“Mama?” Caleb’s voice trembled. “Please come get me.”

My chest tightened. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I don’t like it here,” he cried. “Grandma yells. I want to go home.”

The call ended suddenly.

I tried calling back. No answer. Again. Nothing.

Finally, she picked up, sounding irritated. “He’s fine,” she said sharply. “He’s dramatic.”

“I want to speak to my son,” I insisted.