All I wanted was to confirm a suspicion I couldn’t shake.
But what I uncovered that gray December morning unraveled everything I thought I knew about my family.
I’m a 32-year-old mom, and until two weeks ago, I truly believed the worst thing December could throw at me was a forgotten gift or my daughter catching a winter cold right before her holiday play.
So wrong.
It started on an ordinary Tuesday morning, the kind where everything feels slightly heavier than usual. The sky was overcast, my inbox was overflowing, and I was already mentally calculating how many hours I’d need to stay late just to keep up.
That’s when my phone buzzed.
It was Ruby’s preschool teacher, Ms. Allen.
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