Reaching Out To Mark
I grabbed my phone and shot a text to Mark. I needed backup, and he was the only one who would understand. “You won’t believe what Mom just did…” I typed, my hands trembling. His reply came almost instantly: “What’s going on?” Without hesitation, I filled him in on the chaos, my thumbs flying over the screen. “Can you meet me at the park?” I asked. “On my way. Be there in 10,” he replied. Mark had a way of always showing up when it mattered most.
Reaching Out To Mark
Linda Stays Distracted
I glanced into the living room, where Linda sat, completely absorbed in her phone. She didn’t even look up. How could she be so indifferent? The urge to shout, to demand answers, burned inside me, but all I could hear was the rhythmic tap-tap of her fingernails against the screen. It felt like talking to a brick wall. Did she even care? Or was this just another one of her calculated lessons?
Linda Stays Distracted
