Three weeks after my ex-wife died in a tragic car accident, my fourteen-year-old son, Jake, stopped feeling like himself. Even though his mother and I had separated years ago, she had always been his safe place, and losing her shattered him in ways he couldn’t explain. During the day, he tried to act normal, but every night he woke up screaming from terrible nightmares, terrified and trembling. I stayed beside him for hours until he finally fell asleep again, and eventually I began sleeping on the floor next to his bed because my presence was the only thing that seemed...
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