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The woman he always referred to as “unstable,” “out of the picture,” and “never allowed near Lucas.”
The officer paused the footage and looked at me. “Ma’am, do you know this woman?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “That’s my husband’s ex.”
“And he didn’t tell you she had access to your child’s school?”
“No. He said she wasn’t in Lucas’s life at all.”
But she was. And now my nine-year-old had just been taken out of class by her—fed something, then left to get sick in the middle of math.
And Brian had the nerve to say, “You’re the mother. Handle it.”
Now I was going to.
My hands were still trembling as the officers finished explaining what little they knew.
Stephanie had walked into the school unnoticed. She hadn’t signed in, hadn’t spoken to staff. She went straight to Lucas’s classroom, and according to the teacher, claimed she was his aunt and needed to deliver his medication.
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