When our son broke his leg, my ex-husband swore it was just a freak accident. I wanted to believe him. But hours later, a charge nurse slipped a note into my hand that said, “He’s lying. Check the camera at 3 a.m.” When I slipped into the security room later, I uncovered a horrifying lie.
I was sitting at my desk, finishing a report, when my ex-husband’s name flashed on my phone screen. Our son was currently at his house, so I answered immediately.
“Hey, so… don’t freak out,” he started.
My heart rate doubled instantly. “What happened, Jasper?”
“Howard broke his leg. He fell off his scooter. Freak accident. I was right there with him. I saw the whole thing.”
Howard is ten. He’s energetic and brave, but he’s still my baby.
“Is he okay? Where are you?”
“Hey, so… don’t freak out.”
“He’s fine. Just shaken up,” Jasper said. “We’re at the ER.”
