When Darla’s children repeatedly return sick from visits to their stern grandmother, she initially blames weak immune systems. One day, a forgotten bag leads her back to Grandma Eileen’s house, where she discovers the gut-wrenching truth about what happens at Grandma’s house.
I never thought I’d be the type to vent my family drama online, but here we are.
I live in a postcard-perfect suburban town with my husband, Nathan, and our two boys, Alex and Ben. We’ve got the whole setup—cozy house, friendly neighbors, and a tire swing in the yard.
