At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

in formal terms: your parents are dangerous to your child.

“Can they come to the hospital?” I asked, though the idea made the hair on my arms rise.

“No,” she replied. “And they won’t be allowed to approach Amelia once the restraining order is approved.”

I nodded slowly. Part of me expected to feel sadness. But what I felt was relief.

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