I Left My Son with My Ex for Just One Day, but When I Found Him Alone, Crying at the Bus Stop, I Realized Something Was Terribly Wrong
The Alabama heat had always followed her—through double shifts, diner grease, and the endless loop of survival that filled her days. At forty-six, she worked mornings at the café and nights cleaning offices, holding her world together with caffeine, mascara, and the bright laugh of her six-year-old son, Noah. When her ex, Travis, promised to pick up…