“Micah fed her dry crackers because she was starving, Delaney. She almost died of dehydration. He sat in that silent house for three days, thinking his sister was rotting away, waiting for a mother who never came.”
She clamped her hand over her mouth, wailing now, the sound raw and pathetic.
I felt no pity. Only the cold, mechanical need to protect my blood. “I’ve already filed the emergency injunction,” I told her. “I am taking full, legal, physical custody. You will have no access to them unless a judge forces me to allow it. And I will fight to make sure they never do.”