My four-year-old son called me at work, crying: “Dad, Mom’s boyfriend h1t me with a baseball bat.”
“You walk in here, and I swear I’ll say he fell.” The words came through Derek’s phone with a flatness that did not belong in my house. For a second, …
My four-year-old son called me at work, crying: “Dad, Mom’s boyfriend h1t me with a baseball bat.” Read More