I’m standing here, holding the phone like it’s some kind of ticking bomb, and I genuinely have no clue what to do.
My brain feels like it’s split in two. One part is screaming, What kind of mother lets her kid talk to a complete stranger? The other part is whispering, He’s harmless. What’s the worst that could happen? Being a single parent doesn’t exactly come with a handbook, and every decision feels like walking a tightrope over a canyon. Letting Kieran talk to Damon might seem innocent enough, but what if it gives him the wrong ideas? What if it confuses him about his dad? What if it confuses me?
Kieran’s looking up at me with those wide, expectant eyes, his tiny hand reaching for the phone. I glance down at him and feel my chest tighten. God, why does every parenting moment feel lik
