She burst through the door crying and shaking.
Accusations spewed from her mouth in such a way it seemed even she was struggling to believe them.
Nonetheless, she continued.
Why haven’t you paid your child support?
Why does mommy have to move?
Why does mommy have to struggle?
Why don’t you do the right thing?
After presenting a mountain of evidence to the contrary, she called Jack a liar.
Bubbly, fun and beautiful were the only words I would’ve used to describe Kaitie to date.
But today was different.
Today, the upbeat blue-eyed girl that rained sunshine on us was starting to fade.
Today, the poison was starting to take hold.
And today, we watched helplessly as our bright ray of happiness started to wane.
It was February 5, 2010.
Kaitie was 11-years-old.