Every Monday, like clockwork, my daughter Ava claimed she was too sick to go to school. Headaches, stomachaches, nausea—you name it, she had it. At first, I thought it was stress or maybe a phase, but then came the morning everything changed. That day, I caught her sneaking out. It was so casual—the way she tiptoed down the hallway, her backpack slung over her shoulder, moving like a shadow. She didn’t even notice me standing there in the kitchen, half-hidden behind the counter. I grabbed my car keys and followed

When my 14-year-old daughter came home from school pushing a stroller with two newborn babies inside, I thought my world had been turned upside down. At the time, I believed nothing could ever shock me more than that moment. But ten years later, a lawyer’s phone call about millions of dollars proved me completely wrong. Looking back now, maybe I should have known something extraordinary was bound to happen. My daughter, Savannah, had always been different from the other kids her age. While her friends spent hours squealing over boy