My Son Came Home With a Concussion and Whispered, “Grandpa Said Daddy Wouldn’t Come”—Then a Camera at 8:17 Exposed What My Family Was Hiding
Toby laughed harder.
For several minutes, the kitchen belonged to breakfast-for-dinner and silly arguments.
The mediation folder sat inside a drawer.
The next review date was marked on the calendar.
We knew future questions might arise.
Frank could request modifications through the appropriate process.
Contact arrangements might change if Toby’s needs and professional recommendations supported them.
Or they might remain limited.