I Found a Hidden Stack of Forks Under My Son’s Mattress—Then He Whispered, “Dad Told Me to Keep Them,” and I Knew Something Was Terribly Wrong

His voice sounded strained, thinner than usual.

“Cece, hey. I was about to call you.”

“Care to explain all the forks under our son’s mattress?” I kept my voice low so Alex wouldn’t hear. “I asked you a thousand times. You lied to my face.”

There was a long pause. I heard him breathing.

“It’s not a big deal,” he said finally. “It’s a game.”

“A game?”

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