The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions and difficult decisions. My heart ached for Liam, but my mind reeled with the implications of what I had done. I knew I might have just set off a chain of events that would fracture our family forever. But how could I have looked the other way, knowing that sweet baby was suffering?
Jared and Amanda were called in for questioning, and Child Protective Services opened an investigation. My heart was in turmoil, torn between the love I had for my son and the urgent need to protect my grandson. The phone calls from Jared were difficult to endure. His voice was a mix of anger, confusion, and desperation. “Mom, how could you? We would never hurt Liam!” he cried.
I wanted to believe him. Oh, how desperately I wanted to believe that this was all a terrible misunderstanding. But the bruises told a different story, one that couldn’t be ignored.
