months.
He brought groceries.
He repaired the loose railing on the stairs.
Whenever I needed to leave the house, he would say, “Go. I’ve got Mom.”
I even gave him a spare key. With Mom recovering under my roof, it seemed practical to have another member of the family who could get inside quickly if something happened.
I remember feeling grateful.
Then I began noticing something strange.
Tyler had started following him.
If Jason went upstairs, Tyler followed him upstairs.
If Jason sat beside Mom’s bed, Tyler suddenly needed to show Grandma a drawing.
If Jason offered to stay with her while I ran errands, Tyler suddenly stopped wanting to come with me.
At first, I thought he was simply being possessive.
Then one Saturday, Jason started upstairs carrying a cup of Mom’s tea.
Tyler immediately stood up.
Jason stopped halfway up the stairs.
“You coming too?”
Tyler nodded.
Jason
