A Flood of Desperation
I bypassed the call log and opened my messaging app instead. A flood of unread texts filled the screen, scrolling down endlessly.
The messages started with anger but quickly shifted to confusion and then desperation. Phrases like “pick up,” “we need to talk,” and “is this real?” jumped out at me.
My children were no longer demanding money or complaining about burdens. They were begging for my attention, and I knew exactly why.