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.”

Keep reading on page 34 of October’s True Confessions!