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Our neighbor, a retired teacher who helped watch Max while I worked, stepped forward to speak on my behalf. Her testimony made it clear that Max was loved, cared for, and protected. The court didn’t grant immediate custody, but it gave us time—and hope.
During supervised visits, Max came home quieter, more anxious. One evening, he admitted he’d been pressured to call my aunt “Mommy.” That night, I accidentally overheard a phone conversation that revealed the real motive behind the custody fight: money. A trust fund my parents had set up for Max’s future.
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