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

breathe.

Every Wednesday and Saturday, I had to drop Max off at Diane’s house.

Each time twisted my stomach.

But it was court-ordered—and I couldn’t risk giving them anything to use against me.

One Wednesday, I arrived earlier than usual.

The house felt too quiet.

Diane opened the door with her usual tight, fake smile.

Max ran continue reading …