My Grandson Called Me In The Middle Of The Night: ‘Grandma, I’m At The Station… My Stepfather Told Me To Leave, And Now He’s Saying I Caused Trouble, And They Took His Word!’ When I Arrived At The Station, The Officer Paused And Said, ‘I’m Sorry… I DIDN’T KNOW.’

My voice was rough with sleep as I fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. “Grandma.”

The voice on the other end was tight with fear, immediately recognizable as my 16-year-old grandson. “Tyler.”

I sat up straight, instantly alert.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m at the police station in Portland.”

His words tumbled out, strained and desperate. “Robert kicked me out of the house, and now he’s telling the police I attacked him. They’re treating me like I’m some kind of criminal.

Mom’s at work and I didn’t know who else to call.”

The mention of Robert, my former daughter-in-law’s new boyfriend of barely 4 months, sent a wave of cold dread through me. I’d never met the man, but Tyler’s reluctant comments over the past few weeks had painted a picture of someone who used his position as a municipal guard to throw his weight around. “Which police station?”

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