I Left My Son with My Ex for Just One Day, but When I Found Him Alone, Crying at the Bus Stop, I Realized Something Was Terribly Wrong
When I saw my little boy sitting alone at the bus stop, clutching his backpack and crying, I knew something was terribly wrong. But I didn’t yet know how deep the truth would cut.
People say Alabama heat fades after July, but it sticks around — in your shirt collar, in your shoes, and in your worries. I was forty-six, powered by gas-station coffee and discount mascara, the kind of tired that lives in your bones. My gray roots — my “sparkles,” as Noah called them — caught the sunlight that morning.
