“Is Logan hurt? Has something happened to Andrew?”
“There’s no immediate danger. Please come home as soon as possible.”
Before I could ask another question, the call ended.
I stood frozen in the hospital hallway.
My seventeen-year-old son, Logan, had been struggling emotionally since his father’s death.
There had been a few misunderstandings with the police, and lately he’d been spending more time alone.
Now an officer was calling me about an incident involving him.
I imagined everything that could have gone wrong.
I hurried to the nurses’ station.
“Denise, I have a family emergency. I need to leave.”
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