Watching My Family Burn

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but tethered t

, while my son, Leo, whispe

r face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, ab

m and false sympathy. The man who'd rec

manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leavin

journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humi

ndoned him again, leaving him br

ss rage. How could she believe such lies? Ho

zed, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to w

blow: my little boy was tossed

kness, a desperate hope ignited. A strang

rable. And now, the true battle for justice