“Mom, I don’t want to.”
That did it.
Something hard settled into place in me.
Not rage. Colder than that.
“Diane,” I said, “listen carefully. You are not leaving those children anywhere they are not wanted and agreed to. Not at my house. Not on Jenny’s back. If you do, I will call the police and tell them exactly what happened.”
Nobody spoke.
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