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a CPS worker. Told me there was an emergency. My dad was hurt. I needed to come with her. I was 11. I believed her. She took me to Patricia. Patricia told me my father died. That the Owens family would take care of me now. I believed that, too. Chuck had tracked Beverly to Boise, Idaho. She’d been working under a different name for years. When confronted,continue reading …