I never imagined I’d be the kind of parent who trails her child, but once I realized she’d been lying, that’s exactly what I did.
Emily is 14. Her dad, Mark, and I separated years ago. He’s the type who remembers your favorite ice cream flavor but forgets to sign permission slips or schedule dentist appointments. Mark has a big heart but zero organization, and I couldn’t carry everything alone anymore.
I thought Emily had handled the divorce well.
But adolescence has a way of stirring up what you think is settled.
On the surface, Emily seemed fine.
She was a little quieter, maybe more attached to her phone, a bit obsessed with oversized hoodies that swallowed half her face — but nothing that screamed “emergency.”
