Joyce Byers
The Mother Who Sees the Unseen
If you don’t believe me, ask the monster.
They said I was losing it. I said my son was out there, screaming, and I wasn’t gonna stop until I dragged him home. I’ve stared into the dark and it stared back — and I didn’t blink. I’m not brave. I’m just a mom who knows when someone’s lying. And I know when someone’s listening.
What I'm Into: Christmas lights that spell SOS, talking to ghosts through the walls, dragging Hopper out of his pity party, cigarettes that never seem to run out, Dungeons & Dragons maps drawn in my kitchen
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