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I Survived an Emergency C-Section to Find My Baby Stolen by My Sister — My 7-Year Fight for Justice
Aug 12, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Survived an Emergency C-Section to Find My Baby Stolen by My Sister — My 7-Year Fight for Justice I went through a life-threatening emergency C-section, sacrificing my health to bring my nephew into the world — only to find out my sister had changed his name, cut me out, and erased me from his life. For 7 years, I fought to be the mother Kyle needed, raising him with love despite betrayal, lies, and heartbreak. But the nightmare didn’t end there. When my sister returned to take Kyle away with forged papers, everything I’d built came crashing down. This is the raw, painful truth of family betrayal, legal battles, and the fight for justice and love. Watch to hear my full story, my struggle with fraud, custody battles, and how I never gave up on my son.
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I had just woken up from my emergency
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C-section. The room a sterile blur of
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white and green when I learned that my
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sister Mia had changed the baby's name.
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What stung most was the feeling of
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powerlessness.
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I was a vessel, a surrogate, as she so
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lovingly put it. She was the real
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mother, but she had promised to name the
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baby after me, Helen, as a thank you for
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my sacrifice.
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My body had paid a heavy price. I had
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died and had to be resuscitated before
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the C-section even began, and the
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complications had left me with permanent
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damage. Yet, all of it was worth it. For
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3 days, I waited, an ache in my heart
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that had nothing to do with my wound. I
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texted Mia, begging to know if my baby
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was okay, and if I could still be the
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godmother, the one thing I had truly
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wanted. Of course, she texted back, a
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hollow promise. Sis will make it
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official when you come over, but not
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this weekend. Maybe next. For six
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agonizing weeks, I begged to see Kyle.
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Finally, Mia sent a text. Come to mom's
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for Sunday dinner. We'll do the
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godmother ceremony. My heart leaped. The
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last of my money, $50, went to a silver
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rattle. Sunday morning, I woke at 5:00
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a.m. too excited to sleep. I spent 3
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hours getting ready, my body protesting
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with every movement. I curled my hair
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for the first time since before the
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pregnancy and put on the only dress that
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fit my still swollen belly. Driving
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over, I called mom to ask what dessert
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to bring, but her number was
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disconnected.
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Strange, but mom was always forgetting
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to pay bills. I called Mia next. An
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automated message confirmed my worst
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fear. I had been blocked. My chest
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tightened as I pulled over, my car
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shaking from the passing traffic. I
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called Dad, my cousins, Aunt Carol.
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Every single number was either blocked
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or disconnected. It felt like I had been
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surgically removed from my own family
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tree. Mom's house was a ghost town. Her
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prized rose bushes, brown and brittle,
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hadn't been watered in weeks. I peered
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through the mail slot and saw furniture
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draped in white sheets.
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I drove to Mia's apartment where a young
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couple was touring the place with a
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landlord. He recognized me. Oh, are you
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Helen? He asked. Mia left something for
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you. He handed me a simple envelope.
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Inside was a check for $5,000 and a note
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for the medical bills. This makes us
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even. Please don't contact us. The check
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bounced 3 days later. Through a fake
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Instagram account, I discovered they had
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moved to Seattle. Kyle, my baby, had
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been christened with mom holding him. A
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stranger was labeled as his godmother.
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That night, I stared at my C-section
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scar in the mirror, a permanent reminder
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of how my family had ruined my life. The
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beginning of the end. 8 months later,
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after I had finally accepted that my
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family had used me as a free incubator,
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an insurance investigator called. My
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medical bills from the birth had reached
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$547,000,
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and the insurance company, doing what
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they do best, was looking for any excuse
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not to pay. The investigator's voice was
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calm and professional as she delivered
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the bombshell.
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"We found something interesting in our
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review," she said. "Your sister had
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genetic testing done 6 months before the
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pregnancy. It came back positive for
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factor 5 liden.
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My legs gave out. I knew nothing of
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this." I told her, my voice a hollow
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whisper. I was unaware of any family
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medical history. Then her voice turned
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serious. This is fraud. We're going
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after the full amount. I immediately
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started making calls to doctors. I
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begged them to run tests. The results
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came back a few days later, confirming
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my worst fears. I had factor 5 liden, a
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blood clotting disorder that made giving
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birth a death sentence. Mia had known.
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She had known I would likely die during
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childbirth, but she didn't care. She
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just wanted her baby. The investigator's
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words rang in my ears. I called the
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insurance company back and they
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confirmed that while it was still fraud,
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they would now be directing their
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attention to my sister. So was I. A
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lawyer, Nathan Cross, took my case pro
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bono. We filed civil suits and criminal
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charges. The insurance company went
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after her for the $547,000
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while I went after her for attempted
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murder. Mia's perfect Seattle life, so
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carefully constructed on a flimsy
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foundation of lies, began to crumble.
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Child Protective Services moved fast,
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finding Mia's boyfriend Derek, dealing
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drugs from their apartment. The photos
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they sent me during the emergency
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removal broke my heart. There was Kyle,
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11 months old, in a filthy onesie. Empty
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bottles scattered on the floor and the
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expensive stroller I had bought them now
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being used to store drug money. Mia
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called me sobbing so hard she could
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barely speak. Please don't do this. He's
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my son. I hung up mid-sentence. Four
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months of paperwork and phone calls
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followed. The day finally came when I
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could pick up my son. I flew to Seattle
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with an empty car seat and a heart so
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full it achd. When the social worker
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brought him out, Kyle was screaming for
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his mama, thrashing in her arms. This
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beautiful boy I had felt kick inside me
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for months. Didn't recognize me. He saw
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only a stranger in a long line of
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strangers. But I was determined to make
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him my own. For seven years, I did. I
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fed him, cleaned him, and taught him how
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to play peekab-boo. I was his mother,
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and he was my son. The return of the
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ghost. One Thursday afternoon, 7 years
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later, the doorbell rang. I opened it to
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find Kyle standing there with his
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backpack, tears streaming down his face
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as he clutched a fist full of crumpled
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photos. "Why did you lie to me?" he
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asked. "I froze. He was supposed to be
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at school." "Open," a lady at the fence
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told him. She stole me from my real mom.
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My heart slammed against my ribs. I
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looked at the photos in his small hands,
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noticing his backpack strap was torn and
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fresh red scratches ran down his arms.
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My sister was back. The photos showed a
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perfectly cropped version of her life,
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hiding the filth I remembered from the
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police photos. I knelt down, but Kyle
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jerked back. "That lady hurt you?" I
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asked. He pulled away harder, demanding
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to know why I had stolen him from his
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real mom. My hands were already dialing
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the school. A secretary, a familiar
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voice, explained that a woman claiming
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to be his aunt, Lia Smith Morrison, had
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shown up with official looking court
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papers and proper ID. My legs went weak
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as I hung up and immediately dialed 911,
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explaining that my sister had taken Kyle
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from school with fake documents.
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The operator listened, then told me that
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since Mia was his biological mother and
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Kyle wasn't physically harmed, it was a
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civil matter for family court. That
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night, I sat outside Kyle's bedroom
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door, listening to him cry himself to
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sleep. The C-section scar burned with a
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phantom pain. On his school tablet, I
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found messages from a Mommy Mia 2024
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account dating back 3 weeks. She had
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been messaging him during recess,
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filling his head with lies about what
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Aunt Helen did to our family. Nathan, my
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lawyer, was on the case immediately. He
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filed an emergency hearing, but warned
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it would be at least 2 weeks. The
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damage, however, was already done. The
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school counselor showed me Kyle's
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drawings, one house labeled fake home
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with us, and another labeled real home
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with a woman he had never lived with.
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The counselor recommended immediate
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therapy, but the wait list was 6 weeks
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long. A formal letter from a Seattle law
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firm arrived demanding Kyle's return. It
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claimed I had obtained custody through
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fraudulent means and that Mia had
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completed rehab and remarried a
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successful businessman who could provide
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opportunities I never could. My hands
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shook so bad I dropped the papers. But
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Nathan's investigation revealed the
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businessman was actually Derek, her
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former dealer, a man recently released
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from prison for fraud. The Leia Miller
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Morrison who had been stalking us was
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his sister. The entire operation was an
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elaborate fraud, and Mia was still
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lying. The final showdown. The morning
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of the hearing, Kyle locked himself in
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his room, screaming that he hated me and
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wanted his real mom. The drive to the
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courthouse was silent. Inside, Mia, in a
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conservative dress suit, looked like a
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completely different person. She sat
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holding hands with a man in an expensive
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suit, who her lawyer introduced as
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Robert. Mia cried softly while her
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lawyer described a recovering mother
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desperate to reunite with her stolen
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child.
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Judge Patricia Vance listened with
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obvious sympathy. She ordered a full
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custody evaluation over the next 60 days
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with supervised visitation starting
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immediately. Kyle's face lit up. 3 days
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later, I sat in my car outside the
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visitation center listening to Kyle
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laugh with Mia.
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It was a sound I hadn't heard from him
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in weeks. The supervisor's notes would
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say how comfortable he seemed with his
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biological mother. The psychological
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evaluations began. Kyle, coached by Mia,
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repeated rehearsed lines about feeling
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unsafe and scared around me. Rachel
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Simmons, the psychologist, wrote it all
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down. Then I found the cheap prepaid
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phone hidden under Kyle's bed. It
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contained dozens of calls to a Seattle
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number and texts from Mia telling him
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she was coming to save him. The phone
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was not the last of the evidence I would
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find. Under his bed, I found drawings of
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me with devil horns and red eyes and Mia
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with angel wings. He had drawn me in a
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cage and himself with Mia in a new home.
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Then Kyle came home from a visit asking
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me why I didn't die like I was supposed
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to when he was born. My blood ran cold
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as he explained Mia had told him I had
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stolen him from heaven's plan. The
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preliminary report from Rachel Simmons
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recommended reunification with the
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biological mother. My heart shattered.
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The following Saturday at Kyle's soccer
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game, I noticed Leia and a man with a
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professional camera filming me, building
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a narrative for a documentary about a
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child being kept from their biological
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mother. Then Nathan's investigator
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tracked down a woman named Sharon, Mia's
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former neighbor. She had photos from
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just 6 months ago showing Mia's
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apartment building with a condemned
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notice and police tape, not the clean
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new life Mia claimed to have been
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living. Sharon, terrified of Derek and
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his friends, gave us the photos and her
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contact information. The next supervised
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visit was the worst yet. Kyle screamed,
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"Don't touch me." When I tried to hug
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him, the school principal called me to
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report Kyle was showing his classmates
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bruises and claiming I had hit him.
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Child protective services opened an
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investigation. I went to a therapist for
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the first time since Kyle's birth and
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sobbed for 40 minutes about losing the
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boy I had raised for 7 years. Two
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mornings later, the doorbell rang at
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7:00 a.m. It was a CPS investigator. She
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walked into a mess of a room, a mess
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Kyle had intentionally made, and started
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taking pictures. I knew without a doubt
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that this time I was going to lose.
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