It had arrived eighteen minutes after he left our house.
Don’t come back tonight.
The next came less than a minute later.
Your mother deserves one peaceful day.
I frowned.
Then kept reading.
She spends all her time defending you.
She’s exhausted.
My hands started shaking.
Then I read the next one.
If you really love her, disappear.
A sound escaped my throat.
“No.”
Eli closed his eyes.
“Keep reading.”
There were more.
She’ll always choose me.
I’m the husband. You’re the problem.
Give her the chance to have a normal life.
My vision blurred.
I looked at Grant.
“You sent these?”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
I looked back at the phone.
The final message had been sent shortly before midnight.
Don’t contact her again. She’ll heal faster if you’re gone.
Tears rolled down my face.
For six years, I believed my son had chosen to leave me.
