I must have misheard what Aunt Lydia had said. They’d let mom out of jail? She was trying to regain custody of me? That couldn’t possibly be right. No. No. No.
“Wait. Really?”
“Yes, that was the lady from the Child Protective Services office.”
I felt a chill rush through me as if the temperature had dropped to below freezing.
“But how could she do that? That’s not right.”
“I’m not sure, but since the charges against her were dropped, she is allowed to make a petition to get custody of you again.”
That still didn’t make any bit of sense, but the legalese of the situation was beyond my understanding anyways. “How” wasn’t even the most important question. That was just the procedural part of it. What left me most puzzled was why mom would even consider trying to regain custody of me in the first place.
