I Flew in to Surprise My Son for His Birthday, I Found Him Living in His Car With His Twins Instead!

By the time we left, the restraining order was temporarily lifted, visitation was restored, and a forensic review was ordered.

It wasn’t victory.

It was momentum.

Weeks passed. Slowly. Forward.

The boys started to speak again. Small truths. How they figured out which parking lots were safer. Which nights were quieter. How to tell when their dad was pretending.

Michael listened. He didn’t rush them. He didn’t minimize.

He wasn’t harder.

He was steadier.

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