The Confrontation That Decided Our Future
Derek was pacing in the waiting room when I arrived.
He looked exhausted. Worried. Frustrated.
When he saw me, he rushed over like he’d been stranded without oxygen.
He told me he didn’t have his phone.
He told me he didn’t even know my number by heart.
He told me he’d been trying to figure out what was going on.
Then I said the words he wasn’t expecting.
“Your mother took your phone.”
“She faked her illness.”
“She changed the locks.”
