After An Argument, My Son Left Me At A Bus Stop With Nothing On Me. A Man Beside Me Whispered, ‘Pretend To Be My Wife. My Driver Is Coming. Your Son Will WISH HE’D HANDLED THIS DIFFERENTLY.’
I could ask a stranger to borrow a phone, but I’d need to swallow considerable pride. And who would I call? The few friends my age who still drove wouldn’t see a message for hours, and calling Daniel was out of the question.
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