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

Max quietly played with his dinosaur stickers. Across from me, they watched with matching expressions of pity.

“You’re still a kid,” Diane continued, reaching out to touch my arm like we were close. “You don’t have a job. You’re still in school. Max needs routine, guidance… a home.”

“A real home,” Uncle Gary added, as if they had rehearsed it.

I bit the continue reading …