“Uh uh, nope. No way. There is no chance I’m letting my sister meet that woman without me by her side. Not happening.” Joseph and I both blurted versions of the same statement as we sat around a long conference table at the police station. The detectives were frustrated, wanting nothing more than to put our mother behind bars for a multitude of charges. Half of them we hadn’t even known she committed. It seemed kidnapping and standing aside while her husband molested and abused her children weren’t the only crimes she was guilty of committing over the years. There was credit card fraud, insurance fraud, shoplifting, and drug trafficking. Actual drug trafficking. Now her disappearances made sense.
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