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I was still in a state of shock, anger, and heartbreak when someone knocked on my door early Monday morning. Even though Tris could definitely improve on her mothering skills, I hadn’t thought she would actually do this. It still haunted me to remember how I’d found Fighter screaming in his swing, beating his fists in the air, his face red with anguish as I’d come through the doorway and found him home alone.
So many things could’ve happened to him. Just thinking about them made me physically sick to my stomach. My hands were shaking from fear. If I ever saw Tristy again, I was honestly afraid of what I might do to her. But how could she do this to him? Her own child.
With my fingers curled into fists as I strode to the door, I half-hoped it wasn’t Tris because I was scared of
