When my son called me in a panic saying his mom was screaming and unknown voices were laughing in our house, I raced home fearing the worst. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what was going on in my bedroom.
My day started perfectly normal. I was clicking away at my desk, trying to look for a missing file, when my phone started buzzing with a text. I glanced briefly and realized it was Luke, my eight-year-old kid. Turns out, he had already tried to call me around 10 times.
That was odd.
Kids these days hate talking…
