When I found diapers in my 15-year-old son’s backpack, my mind raced. Was he hiding something? Was it a prank? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, so I decided to follow him after school.
He walked with purpose, heading toward a small house on the other side of town. Peeking through the window, I saw him gently lifting a baby from a crib, expertly changing the diaper. My heart clenched.
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