My Brother Stranded Us Abroad to Steal My House, but We Were Waiting Inside

travel documents came through. I got my children onto a plane. I held them both the whole flight home, my daughter’s head on one side of me and my son’s on the other, and I did not sleep, and I did not need to, because for the first time in a year I was not carrying the fear alone. I was flying home toward something I had helped build, and it was waiting.continue reading …