My son started spending all his free time with a 50-year-old coworker who seemed determined to become the father he’d never had. I tried not to worry—until Tyler invited him to dinner. Once he got me alone, he revealed he’d befriended my son for a reason that made my blood run cold.
Tyler’s father walked out when he was only six.
I raised that boy alone, patching every hole his father left behind.
I always feared I could never fill them completely.
Still, I told myself I did enough.
I even kept everything his father left behind in case Tyler might want it one day.
When Tyler graduated and landed his first full-time job at the local hardware store, I nearly cried with pride.
“You’re going to do great things,” I told him at the kitchen table.
“It’s just a hardware store, Mom,” he laughed. “Don’t get emotional.”
But I did get emotional.
It was the first real step into his own life.
Within a few weeks, one name started slipping into every conversation.
Richard.
“He’s different, Mom,” Tyler said one evening. “He actually listens to me. Like what I say really matters to him.”
“That’s nice,” I answered carefully. “How old is he?”
“Fifty, I think. But it doesn’t feel like it. He treats me like an equal.”
I smiled, though something tightened inside me.
At first, I was grateful.
A young man needed someone to look up to.
And my son had been missing that his whole life.
But soon Richard was everywhere.
Every weekend, Tyler had somewhere to be, and it was never with me.
“Do you want to have dinner Saturday?” I asked one night.
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