My Aunt Wanted Custody of My Brother—But I Knew Her True Motives

social worker avoided my eyes. “She claims you leave Max alone. That you scream at him. That you’ve hit him… more than once.”

I couldn’t breathe.

All I could see was Max—his laugh when I made silly voices, the way he curled up beside me during thunderstorms.

I would never hurt him.

But Diane had done exactly what she intended—she planted doubt.

And doubt continue reading …