Eric Dawson sighed as he drove back along the superhighway alone, heading home after dropping his son off at college after summer vacation. He was going to miss having Chris around the house, but the boy was nineteen now, almost a full-grown man; he needed his independence. Ever since Eric’s wife had divorced him to marry another man ten years ago - the bitch - he’d had to act as both parents to Chris, supporting the boy while trying his best not to smother him or become overprotective. It hadn’t been easy to strike the proper balance, but Eric prided himself on how well Chris was turning out, especially compared to some of his friends’kids who were heavy into dope or drinking or “dropping out” in general. Chris was a good scholar and a fine athlete, and popular with…
