Stories

I got a call from my son, his voice shaking: “Dad… I came home and saw Mom with Uncle Ted. He locked me in—I had to jump from the third floor to escape.” I raced over, heart in my throat. My boy stumbled into my arms, trembling, bruised, fighting for breath. “They’re still inside,” he cried against my chest. And in that moment, something inside me roared awake. No one hurts my child and walks away.

Chapter 1: The Structural Failure   The call came at 2:14 PM, slicing through the quiet focus of the Monday afternoon site visit. David, a […]