The door behind us swings open, and Riley steps out with the fiercest glare I’ve ever seen him wear. “No! You’re the ones who are! At least he knows what his problem is, but I think you both should figure out yours.” “Our son is sick! We want him to be treated and to check in with the mental facility periodically to make sure he’s calm and serene, like a normal person,” the woman says. “Your son has grown into an honorable, noble man despite what he has to deal with, when you’re the ones who abandoned your only child! You took his childhood and threw him away, and you want to come here to tell him how to live the rest of his life?” “Ohmigod, you hypocrites! You want to talk about good parents?” I ask, so outraged my lungs can’t even work right now. He needs to be medicated and contained !” “Our son is in no condition to be a father!” the man thunders in a deep, booming voice that startles me.
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