The Way Children Learn to Hide
At home, he wouldn’t sit at the table.
He ate standing up.
When I asked again, he tried — lasted seconds — then jumped up like the chair was on fire.
I followed him into the hallway, heart pounding.
I knelt so we were eye to eye.
“You’re not in trouble,” I said. “But I need the truth.”
His hands were ice-cold in mine.
His eyes filled instantly.
“Dad… I can’t tell you.”
“Why?”
