When the time came, we found him in his room, headphones on, lost in his own world.
The sight of him, so familiar and yet suddenly so distant, stirred a mix of emotions within me.
Would he understand why we had to do this? Would he feel betrayed or relieved?
As we approached, he looked up, sensing our presence. The headphones came off, and he waited, eyes wary.
“We need to talk,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He nodded, setting his music aside, his expression unreadable.
My wife and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us.
“We found something,” I began, holding the piece of paper in my hand.
His eyes flicked to it, recognition sparking in their depths.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” my wife asked gently, her voice softer now.
