At a Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law slapped my 5-year-old daughter over a broken glass. When I brought my bleeding child back to the table, everyone awkwardly kept eating,
The screen flickered to life, the system chiming loudly in the dead-silent room. In the top corner, a small icon appeared: Colton’s iPhone – Screen Mirroring. Judith lunged forward, her chair screeching violently against the hardwood floor. “Trevor! Stop him right now!” she shrieked, her mask of the perfect society hostess completely shattered. But my…