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

his hair back.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice catching. “We’re going home.”

As we walked down the steps, we passed Diane.

Her makeup was smeared. Her expression bitter.

She said nothing.

She didn’t need to.

It’s been two years since then.

I work full-time now and take college courses online.

Max is in second grade—and thriving.

He tells his friends I’m his “big bro continue reading …