I never thought handing my 17-year-old son my iPad would be the exact moment my entire world fell apart. You spend seventeen years raising a child, pouring every ounce of your soul, your time, and your energy into keeping them safe.

You make the hard choices, you work the late shifts, and you sacrifice your own peace of mind just to make sure they have a roof over their head and food on their plate. You do all of this believing that, at the very least, you know the person you are raising. You believe there is a foundational trust that can never be broken. I was wrong.