Marcus’s confident smirk was rapidly fading as he realized his primary advocate was no longer willing to shield him from reality. “Mom, what are you doing?” he whispered urgently, but Linda continued without acknowledging his interruption.
“I’ve been so afraid of losing my son that I’ve allowed him to become someone I don’t recognize,” she said, tears flowing freely now. “Someone who hurts innocent people and laughs about it. Someone who treats other people’s suffering as entertainment.”
