Alex’s Reluctant Arrival
Alex came in, barely looking at me, his demeanor as cold as the winter air that swept in with him. He mumbled a muted greeting, eyes tracing the floor instead of meeting mine.
Any small talk I attempted seemed to bounce off his wall of indifference. Watching him, I wondered how my lively son had become this guarded stranger, wondering when the warmth of our relationship became frozen over with time and unspoken words.