Maybe it was time to take him home?
But that thought filled me with dread. As soon as the possibility crept into my mind, my heart rate spiked and I was in danger of putting myself into cardiac arrest. I didn't want my baby anywhere near my step-family. And I didn't want him anywhere near my Dad, which made me feel like a dreadful person, but he had very little control over his temper. And when he hit you, it really hurt. And he had never once apologized for his actions.
If I went back, they wouldn't be allowed within a mile of my boy. End of story.
"Momma?" His sleepy voice called out to me. His eyes were still closed. Somewhere between awake and dreaming
"I'm sorry, darling I was just checking on you. Go back to sleep."
I crept out of the room and went in search of the life
