letting Brooke decide whether my children belong in this family.”
Mom looked toward my sister.
Brooke was staring at the floor.
“I will,” Mom said.
Before I left, Brooke followed me to the driveway.
“I owe you an apology.”
I waited.
She swallowed.
“I was wrong.”
I didn’t respond.
She continued.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“No.”
“And the kids shouldn’t have been sent outside.”
“No.”
“I was trying to protect my twins.”
“I understand.”
She looked confused.
“Then why are you still angry?”
“Because protecting your children
