The next day, I called an old friend of my husband’s—Jim, a retired cop.
He listened carefully and agreed that something seemed off. He promised to investigate. A day later, he called with news that made my blood run cold.
“Margaret, your son is in trouble. His name came up in a drug investigation. Nothing solid yet, but your daughter-in-law? She’s been seen with a man tied to a local trafficking ring.”
“We need to get Timmy out of there,” Jim said. “And we need to do it legally. If we act rashly, they’ll take him and run. We need to involve Child Services.”
The next morning, I contacted CPS and provided them with all the information I had. Jim confirmed my claims with his findings. It took a few days, but eventually, they conducted an investigation.
Neglect. Drug use. Signs of domestic violence.
Timmy was removed from the home.
I was granted temporary custody.
