Michael speaks
Over a glass of wine, Michael began to speak, his voice trembling. ‘Mom, there’s something I need to tell you,’ he started, looking down at his glass.
My breath caught, and I leaned in, listening intently. ‘We’ve been having a hard time,’ he admitted, struggling with the words.
This was the opening I’d been waiting for. He was finally willing to share. I encouraged him to continue, hanging on his every word.