I believed I had married a reliable, trustworthy man—but that illusion crumbled the day I came home early from Germany.
My 17-year-old son, Caleb, was nowhere to be found.
I eventually discovered him rummaging through trash three blocks away—he was thin, filthy, and clearly frightened.
It turned out Travis, my husband, had thrown him out weeks earlier without ever telling …
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