I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

me,” she tells the officer. “She has anxiety. She overreacts. Ask my son.”

The officer looks at Andrew.

Andrew swallows.

Then he says, “My mother has been giving my daughter medication without our consent.”

Diane turns to him slowly.

Her eyes are dead flat.

For the first time since I know her, she looks like exactly what she is: not helpless, not misunderstood,continue reading …