“He’s a teenager, Claire,” he said. “They get lazy from time to time. You’re overthinking again.”
It struck a nerve because he used to say it when Mason was a colicky baby. When I hadn’t slept for three nights and found myself crying on the bathroom floor, holding a screaming newborn while Eddie snored through it all.
“You worry too much,” he’d mumbled back then. “Relax. He’ll be fine.”
And I had believed him. I wanted to—because the alternative, admitting I was alone in the trenches, was too heavy to bear.
Now I was here again.
Mason still crying—but silently. And Eddie still rolling over, insisting everything was fine.
But this time, my silence had consequences.Continue reading…
