The Secret He Wouldn’t Share
As graduation approached, something shifted.
Ethan began coming home later than usual.
He slipped through the door with tired eyes and restless energy I couldn’t place.
When I asked where he’d been, he gave vague answers.
Helping friends.
Staying after school.
His phone never left his hand.
He flipped it face down when I entered the room.
He stepped outside to take calls.
I told myself it was normal teenage behavior.
