(Sabrina’s POV)
The next few days crawl by in painful, uncomfortable silence.
Jake goes to school. Comes home. Does his homework. Eats dinner. Goes to bed. All without really talking to me beyond single-word responses.
"How was school?"
"Fine."
"Do you have homework?"
"Yes."
"Do you want help?"
"No."
Every conversation is a dead end. Every attempt to bridge the gap between us hits a wall he's built brick by stubborn brick.
I've never felt so distant from my own son.
Sophia tries to help, suggesting activities we can do together, topics I can bring up. But nothing works. Jake has decided he's done with me, and a five-year-old's grudge is apparently ironclad.
Wednesday night, I finally work up the courage to address it directly.
I enter his room, sitting on the edge of his bed t
