My son survived a horrific car accident, but almost a year later, I heard him laughing in our garage and saying, “She still believes what happened that night.”
I stopped with my hand on the laundry basket.
For 11 months, Ethan had barely spoken above a whisper. He moved through our house like a guest who didn’t know where we kept the cups.
“She still believes what happened that night.”
He avoided his friends, left texts unanswered, and stared at old family photos like he was studying strangers.
The doctors told me trauma did that.