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Melody kissed the top of her head. “I know, baby. But deleting the bad parts also deletes the chance to be loved for the messy, real, unedited you.”

“No. But he’s trying. And so am I.” Melody sat down and put an arm around her daughter. “The problem isn’t the screen time. The problem is that you think the only people who understand you live inside that screen. We want to be people who live in your room, too.” melody marks domestic dynamics

“So what do we do?” David asked, the spreadsheet man finally admitting that some problems aren’t solved by subtraction. Melody kissed the top of her head

Melody poured herself a cup of coffee. The steam fogged her glasses for a moment. She thought about the subtext. David’s subtext: I am losing control of my family. My role as the provider, the protector, means nothing if I can’t enforce a simple curfew. Chloe’s subtext: This screen is the only place where people like me. If you take it, you take my air. But he’s trying

The current point of contention was Chloe’s phone. David had run a screen-time report. The number, printed out and placed on the granite counter like a subpoena, was 11 hours and 42 minutes. A scarlet number.