lytical CSI mind, took over. "Alex," I said,

her head, her eyes

Is there a diagnosis? A prescription?" I asked, a rap

nt anyone to know. He was ashamed. He said...

e was the state champion! He had a full ride to Stanford! He was going to the

ot to you, Alex? Who is making you say this? Was it them?"

treaming down her face. "No

lled out a folded piece of paper. An enve

or me," she sobbed. "

it up to

rld st

I saw my son' s familiar, messy hand

ressure is too much. Tell my mom I love her, but

for one terrifying, soul-cr

at I didn't see his pain? Was I a bad mother? The q

ding the to

grief and confusion, my ey

is just

story about a little bear who carried the moon on his back because he was afraid of the dark. We had read it together a thousand

was a signal. He was in trou

ving up. He had be

d his cry for help