When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

before bed. The teenager who was embarrassed by us, but still came to family dinners without complaint. When had that changed?

When had my son become someone who couldn’t be bothered to come home for his own mother’s funeral? I knew the answer, even if I didn’t want to admit it. It had started when he met Sophia.

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