My six-year-old nephew crawled seven blocks carrying his little sister—then doctors and police uncovered why my brother’s children had vanished from my life for three years

elephant for Lily’s first Christmas after Aaron died. Books. Clothes. Cards with photographs of Aaron and me as children, the ones I had thought might comfort them, might let them see that their father had been loved his whole life.

Most were still unopened.

When investigators showed Drew photographs of the boxes, he apparently stared at them for a long continue reading …