23 juillet 2026

I WAS CHOPPING VEGETABLES IN THE KITCHEN WHEN MY 4-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER PULLED ON MY ARM, HER FACE FILLED WITH FEAR AND WORRY. « MOMMY… CAN I STOP TAKING THE PILLS GRANDMA GIVES ME EVERY DAY? »

My hands went numb.

The phone screen glowed in my lap.

Diane’s message sat there unfinished.

« Did Emma tell you about our little secret, or should I… »

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