Receiving no help from his mother, Samuel intensified his attempts to contact me.
During my days away on business, he kept switching to new phone numbers to place calls.
Annoyed by the constant disturbance, I began rejecting every unknown call with a local area code.
I returned to the city one day before the court hearing, heading to the office to hand over work documents.
Waiting for me downstairs the moment I left the building, Samuel rushed forward to block my path.
I asked security and front-desk staff to hold him back, leaving him to pace restlessly outside the office all day.
By quitting time, he still lingered there.
Bloodshot eyes and unkempt stubble marked his face, his whole appearance worn and haggard. "Honey, just three minutes to talk. Please."
Stepping around him to h
