My teenager turned away, their movements deliberate, as if to emphasize their resolve. I watched them retreat, feeling both the distance and the connection.
The room felt colder without their presence, the silence more profound.
Tomorrow we had a meeting with a guidance counselor about their future—courses, college plans, everything I had assumed would be on my terms.
I was bracing for confrontation but also avoiding admitting how much I was already losing control.
The day was ending, but the tension was only beginning to unravel.
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