The last time I saw my son alive, nothing felt unusual.

There was no warning, no flashing signals that something was wrong. Like so many parents, I believed the biggest risks to my child were the ones I could see — driving, drugs on the street and strangers in the physical world. I did what parents are taught to do: I stayed involved, asked questions and set boundaries.

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