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

bad part over?” he asked quietly.

For the first time in weeks, I smiled.

“It’s about to be.”

At the final custody hearing, Diane walked in like she was attending a church picnic.

Pearl necklace gleaming.

Smile too wide.

A tin of homemade cookies in her hands—she even offered one to the bailiff.

My lawyer and I came prepared with something better.

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