They Tried to Take My Brother — But I Discovered Their Real Motive
The day after we buried our parents, I wasn’t just grieving — I was suddenly responsible for my six-year-old brother, Max. Though I was barely eighteen, I promised at their grave that no one would separate us. Max still believed our mom was on a trip, and I knew I had to protect him. Then…
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