On page 32 of October’s True Confessions…
Our Son is a Stalker
He Needs Help!
“What?” I gasped into the phone I was holding. It was three in the morning and the ring had awakened me.
“Mom, I’m in jail. I need help,” my son said.
“In jail? I don’t understand.” How could my baby be in jail? He didn’t use drugs; he didn’t steal. He didn’t hang around with shady friends. It wasn’t possible.
“Mom, listen to me,” he begged. “I need for you and Dad to come to the station and bail me out. Please.”