At 2 A.M., My Sister Collapsed at My Door After Mom Texted Don’t Help Her—So I Called 911 and Exposed Our Perfect Family’s Cruelest Lie…

Megan reacted first. “You’re what?”

I met David’s eyes steadily. “I’m taking my children to London.”

David let out a short, cold laugh. “You can’t even afford your own legal bills, Catherine. How exactly are you planning to take two kids overseas?”

“You don’t need to worry about my finances.”

“Those are my children,” he snapped.

“And yet you just signed paperwork giving me permission to take them.”

His mouth opened, then closed again.

For the first time that morning, uncertainty crossed his face.

Not regret. Not heartbreak.

Only uncertainty.