While rushing home, I caught my tiny children abandoned in the woods, injured and unrecognizable. I burst into my parents’ house yelling, “What did you do?!” My sister coldly replied, “You lost your rights.” Before I could react, my dad choked me out. Then, my phone rang with a call from the ICU…

my property fractured.

At first, my exhausted brain registered a wounded fawn stumbling out of the dense underbrush. A pale, trembling shape pushing through the aggressive tangle of blackberry bushes and creeping ivy. I blinked, the salt of my own sweat stinging my eyes. The shape lurched into the dying sunlight.

It was Maisy. And she was carrying her continue reading …