My 16-year-old son spent the summer with his grandmother, and one day, she gave me a call.
When my 16-year-old son volunteered to spend the summer taking care of his disabled grandmother, I believed he was finally showing real maturity. That hope was shattered one night when I received a panicked call from my mother. In a trembling whisper, she pleaded, “Please, come save me from him!” before the line went dead….