A mother prepared a special dinner to meet her 19-year-old son’s new boyfriend. But the moment the young man walked into her kitchen, something about him stopped her cold, and minutes later, she had locked him in the basement and called the police.
My name is Diane, and my son Tyler is 19, home from his first year of college, and he had been telling me for weeks about someone new in his life, someone he was finally ready for me to meet.
I made an effort that Sunday.
I cleaned the house, made a pot roast, and put out the good dishes I usually save for holidays.
I wanted this to go well for him.
Tyler had dated before, but I’d never seen him this excited about anyone.
For two weeks, I’d heard little pieces about Noah.
Noah hated mushrooms.
Noah played guitar badly but confidently.
Noah once walked 20 minutes across campus in the rain because Tyler had forgotten his laptop.
