My parents divorced when I was little, and Mom remarried fast. Life moved on—until five years later, when my dad’s mom passed away.
While helping clean out her things, I found a notebook hidden in her closet. It was filled with detailed notes about my mom and stepdad—conversations, routines, even arguments. All things my sister and I had said, not realizing Grandma was gathering evidence.
Turns out, she believed they were unfit parents. The notebook? It was meant for a lawyer. She had planned to fight for custody of us.
I never knew how close we came to being taken away. Or how much Grandma was watching… quietly building a case to save us.
