I Said No to Babysitting. My Sister Sent Her Kids to My Old Address in a Taxi Anyway. She Didn’t Know I’d Moved. The Woman Who Answered the Door Was a CPS Detective.

protecting myself. That saying no to babysitting was fundamentally a defensive act, a way of holding space for a life I was trying to build.

What I understand now is that it was also the first step in something much larger. Every time my family covered for Stephanie’s absence, we made it easier for her to remain absent. We thought we were helping the continue reading …