MY MOTHER-IN-LAW CALLED ME IN A PANIC ABOUT MY SON—WHEN I GOT HOME, MY HEART SANK
Albert and I had just started our honeymoon, two days into our dream vacation. It was supposed to be our time—a fresh start, a celebration of our love.But then, my phone rang.
Carolyn. My mother-in-law.Her voice was frantic, almost hysterical.
“Sara, you need to come back NOW! Something terrible happened to James. It might be too late if you don’t come!”
And then… she hung up.
No explanation. Nothing.My heart stopped. My son, James—my baby—was back home with her. Was he hurt? Was he even alive?
I barely remember rushing to the airport, barely remember the flight back. Every second felt like a lifetime.Albert kept saying, “I’m sure it’s fine,” but I could see the doubt creeping into his face.
The second we landed, we ran to the house.I threw open the front door. My heart dropped.
Because there, sitting perfectly fine on the couch, eating a sandwich… was James.
No injuries. No tears. Just confused as hell about why I had just burst in like a madwoman.
And then, I turned.Carolyn stood there, arms crossed, a smug look on her face.
“Oh good, you’re back. Now that you’re here, you can be a proper mother and stop leaving him behind.”
She had lied.
Manipulated me.
Destroyed my honeymoon—just to prove a point.