I sighed. Not again. Not this again, please. We came so close.
I stared down at the remains of our dinner for a while. Jack had cleaned his plate! I laughed but felt no joy.
I went to him. I tried the door, but he had not only slammed it but also locked it. I jiggled the doorknob.
“Jack? Please don’t do this. Can I come in?” I knocked. Knocked again.
But the only response I got was the TV volume going louder. I almost stumbled back to the kitchen, my footing and emotions both unsure. What had just happened?