March 11th excerpt:

Jacob shuffled over to the music player and crouched down next to it. The cord from the earphones was cumbersome, and it almost felt like it was actively trying to tangle around him as he pushed it aside so he could reach the buttons.

When he could finally see the front of the device, now the size of a TV for him, he pressed an entire hand on one of the buttons. Choosing his own music, at least, was something he could still do by himself without someone making an argument against it.

March 10th excerpt:

The lock on the front door clicked shut in the distance, and Jacob heaved a sigh. He flopped backwards on his bed to stare at the ceiling, while the simple relief of having some time to himself settled over him. It had been so long since his mom had given him any solitude at all, always hovering nearby or having him stay somewhere in the same room where she was working.