Lucas’s concerns
Lucas came to me one afternoon, worried about some strange conversations he’d overheard between his father and a new acquaintance, a man named Roger.
He had tried to brush it off, but his instincts told him something was wrong. “Mom, do you know who Roger is?”
he asked, his eyes filled with worry. I shook my head, hiding the turmoil inside me. “Tell me everything you heard, Lucas,” I urged.
His concern matched my own growing dread.