I Packed My Son’s Lunch Every Morning – It Led the Police Straight to My Door

I thought you deserved to hear it from me. I didn’t have the patrol car because I’m working the night shift. I asked two of my friends to fetch you.

I’m sorry for stressing you out… I just didn’t know what else to do.”

We stood there quietly, two strangers bound together by children who had done what most adults wouldn’t — give without asking for anything in return.

“I used to look at people like you, with the uniforms, the badges… and think you had it all figured out,” I admitted.

“That you didn’t know what it was like to be… this close to losing your grip.”

“I used to think the same thing about people like me,” he said. “Turns out, we’re all just trying to hold on.”

That night, while Andrew worked on his science project at the kitchen table, I sat across from him and waited until he looked up.

“About Haley?”

I nodded.

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