PART 2 It was Maisie. Mark’s 3-year-old daughter. Kayla had buckled her into Darlene’s car just ten minutes earlier, because Darlene was supposed to take her for “a fun grandma weekend.”

“I almost didn’t send the message,” she said. “I was scared I’d be wrong.”

“You weren’t,” I said.

Darlene was charged with aggravated child abuse, two counts of fraud, and identity fraud. The doctors called it medical child abuse.

GoFundMe refunded every donor.

Mark came to my house a week later. He stood on my porch and couldn’t get any words out at first.

“I told you that you were paranoid,” he finally said. “I told you that you always look for drama.”

“You did.”

“You were right. About her. About everything.” His voice broke. “I almost lost both of them, Heather.”

We agreed on a new custody plan that afternoon. No more weekends at Darlene’s. Ever.

Kayla and I have coffee every Thursday now. Our kids are siblings. We decided that matters more than anything that happened before.

Leo’s hair grew back curlier than before.

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