CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

smelled like crayons, coffee, and the lavender detergent I used on Laya’s blanket because familiar smells seemed to calm her.

“Tell me about the family dynamic,” Detective Blake said.

I gave a tired smile. “How much time do you have?”

“As much as it takes.”

So I told her.

About Taryn being the golden child. About Madison being praised for breathing while continue reading …