No Longer Their ATM

usual chaos of life wit

quiet support, their free c

ism left me one asset:

anned goods began to fall, di

im clear, and the world went

ER, dazed and concussed, my daughter

tches, only Brayden' s scraped k

urting, Jessica, backed by Kevin' s snive

my husband provided

d, their true

room, seizing my phone, a pris

o such lengths-accusing me, then holdin

eeper concussion tha

, the grandson I saved, become

Emily burst through the flimsy do

t pity-thi

victim, their dogsbody,

being Sarah the doormat, and s