Brent finally aged out of foster care, but his little brother, Sean, was still stuck in the system. Brent had made a promise—he would take care of Sean, no matter what. But promises weren’t enough in a courtroom where rules, regulations, and cold facts held more weight than love. The family courtroom was dim, like the lighting matched the heavy decisions made inside. Brent sat at the long table, his hands balled into fists before he forced them open, one finger at a time. He had to stay calm. Today

George’s absence lingered in every corner of the house. His scent still clung to the fabric of his favorite shirt, the one Mariana held tightly to her chest each night. But it wasn’t just grief that tore her apart—it was Susan, her stepdaughter, who shattered her heart in a way she never expected. Mariana had been married to George for 25 years, and though he had a daughter from a previous marriage, she never saw Susan as anything but her own child. Susan had once called her “Mom” with love,

John and Mary were old-fashioned to the core. Everyone in their neighborhood knew that. They had strong, traditional beliefs, and one of the biggest was that boys were more valuable than girls. They had two children: a son named Junior and a daughter named Lydia. Junior was the youngest, but he was the apple of their eye. They showered him with attention, gifts, and praise. Lydia, on the other hand, was treated more like a servant than a daughter. She was mostly ignored—unless there was work to be done. Then,