# SIX YEARS LATER #

KIMBERLY'S POINT OF VIEW

"Don't you dare, Adams! I mean it—don't you even think about it!" I exclaimed, my voice rising as I snatched my phone away from my six-year-old son. His innocent eyes looked up at me, betraying a combination of surprise and that unmistakable pout that often made it difficult for me to stay mad at him.

"But mummy, I promise I won’t break it again," he pleaded, his voice soft and hopeful, but my resolve was unwavering. I shook my head firmly, determined not to give in this time.

"No, young man. I can't take that risk. This is exactly what you...