My Boy, in the Closet, with the Butcher Knife

I wish this were fiction, but it’s not.

Photo by Kat J on Unsplash

In the midst of the pandemic, I’m working furiously from my home office. Eighteen-year-old Jacob is filling out college financial aid applications from his laptop and my twelve-year-old, Michael, has been poking his head into my office repeatedly, all day long.