My son h!t me and I said nothing. The next morning, I prepared a lavish breakfast. When he came downstairs and saw the lace tablecloth and cookies, he smirked and said, “So, Mom, you finally understand.” But the second his eyes landed on the person sitting at the table… all the color drained from his face. I didn’t sleep a second that night. Every time I turned my head on the pillow, I felt again the sharp echo of that sl:ap—the one my own son, Landon, had laid acr0ss my cheek. It had happened i