I almost canceled the flight. I kept telling myself that Michael was thirty-five, successful, married, and perfectly capable of handling his own problems. But when I landed in Toronto for his birthday, I found his car sitting in the airport parking lot. The windows were completely fogged from the inside. As I approached, I saw three figures beneath a thin blanket. My son was curled against the glass, unshaven and exhausted, with my grandsons sleeping beside him. When he opened the door, I barely recognized the man standing before me.<\/p>\n
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Over pancakes, Michael finally told me everything. His wife, Jennifer, had secretly transferred the house into her name, drained the business account, and used fabricated messages to convince a judge that he was dangerous. He had lost his home, his money, and most of his time with his children. He hadn’t told me because he was ashamed. I looked at my grandsons, then back at my son. I knew immediately that this was bigger than a broken marriage. I reached across the table and said, \u201cYou\u2019re not going back to that car. You\u2019re coming with me. And then we\u2019re going to fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n
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