My name’s Martha, and I’ll never forget the night I carried my three-week-old baby into the ER. It was the middle of the night, I was exhausted, and fear was eating me alive. I thought things couldn’t get worse—until a man across the room opened his mouth. And I thought things couldn’t get better—until a doctor showed up and changed everything. Back in college, I used to joke that I could live off iced coffee and bad decisions. But now? Now it was lukewarm baby formula, vending machine snacks at

June thought the hardest days of her life were finally behind her. After all, she had spent sixteen long years raising her granddaughter, Emma, completely on her own after tragedy struck. But life has a way of surprising you — and when her former daughter-in-law suddenly appeared one evening, dressed in a designer gown and holding an envelope, June learned that some people could be far worse than she ever imagined. Sixteen years ago, when June was 56 and still moving from one tiny rental apartment to another, her son