The phone nearly broke my hand.
My son’s voice shook as he whispered about police, questions, and the word “unattended” hanging like a sentence over a normal afternoon at the park. In that moment, motherhood turned from scraped knees and sunblock into evidence, defense, and fear. One neighbor’s bitterness twisted my children’s laughter into a crime sce… Continues…
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