A Distorted Genius Torments Me. I Choose Freedom

Summary

My son, a math prodigy.

Severely injured in a car accident, I was late for the party celebrating his college acceptance. As usual, he’d prepared a set of number puzzles for me.

He said, "Mom, once you solve the puzzles, you'll find the key to get in and see me."

I called my husband, his voice impatient, "Those who make mistakes should be punished. If our son understands this, why don't you?"

Under the blazing sun, I spent five hours, finally finding that small key.

But at that moment, I suddenly felt a profound weariness.

I left a divorce agreement.