I Showed Up At Christmas Dinner With A Cast On My Foot—My Son Laughed… Until The Police Walked In The door opened before I could knock. Jeffrey stood there in his pressed holiday sweater and smug smile, looking me over as if assessing damage. “Mom,” he exhaled, eyebrows lifting in mock surprise. “What happened to your foot?” Behind him, I heard a soft gasp—Hannah. But I ignored her and stepped inside. Everyone froze. The blinking tree lights reflected off shocked faces, bouncing across silver or