I thought I’d married a good man—until I came home early from Germany and found my son missing. Caleb, just 17, had been living on the streets after Travis, my husband, threw him out for being “disrespectful.”
He’d threatened Caleb to keep him silent. While I worked overseas, my child ate from trash and slept in garages. Furious, I rescued Caleb and, with help from a former cop friend, tricked Travis into handing over $15,000. I filed for divorce the next day. Now, Caleb and I live quietly, rebuilding. No more lies. No more neglect. Just a mother protecting her son.
