Hannah lay motionless on the bed, pale and dehydrated, barely able to keep her eyes open. Beside her, Owen cried weakly, burning with fever and wearing an unchanged diaper. The sight made my heart stop.
When Hannah finally recognized me, she whispered that they had taken her phone. Before I could ask more, my mother appeared and dismissed everything as attention-seeking behavior while Courtney mocked her from the doorway.
Ignoring them, I grabbed Owen and rushed both Hannah and our son to the hospital. Doctors immediately separated them for treatment, and within minutes the seriousness of the situation became clear.
A physician informed me they were severely dehydrated and that Hannah’s wrists showed bruises that demanded an explanation. The anger in his voice told me this was far worse than neglect-
