My husband never told me he had kids. Especially a boy who was 14 and a girl who was 12. I found out the day they ended up on our doorstep. What made the situation worse, my husband decided to walk out on the three of us. Being twenty-five, what was I supposed to do? The kids had a hard life already and I couldn’t hand them over to the state. I was their guardian and those two needed a stable home, a loving home, so I kept them.
I just didn’t know how hard it would be to be a single parent of two young teens when there were young girls disappearing around the area. To protect those two kids, I would do anything, even if it meant keeping secrets from the ones who were trying to help me. As I dug further into finding truth, I uncovered even more secrets…
But how far would you go to keep those secrets if it meant the safety and welfare of the ones you came to love unconditionally?
HOW CAN YOU TRUST SOMEONE WHEN EVERYONE LIES???