“You certainly showed him how to understand the negative ones. So much so that he was fully prepared to end his life because of it.” “I’m sorry your son did that, I really am, but if he ever sat down and let me explain, he’d know that the ten-second video he was sent was heavily edited from three hours of drugging and non-consensual activity.” My heart stops at finally getting the words out. Tears fall down my cheeks, and I wipe them away as my voice falters. “Help me, before he ends up dead, and we both lose him.”
