Corinne stepped back to the microphone one last time. She didn’t shout. She didn’t insult anyone.

“They used my service to build a fake reputation. They used my stolen savings to buy this recognition. And they used a four-year-old girl to destroy her own mother.

That isn’t a family. That’s a tragedy built on fear.”

Casey let go of the social worker’s hand and ran for the stage.

Corinne dropped to her knees. The little girl threw both arms around her neck.

“Mom’s back,” she whispered.