“My Mother-in-Law Took My Son to an Appointment — At 3 A.M., He Came Home Alone and Shaking”

children were processed in clinical white rooms—photographed, measured, documented, tattooed. I found footage of Ethan screaming while someone shaved his head and marked his arm.

I turned it off before I could see more.

“We take this to the FBI,” Randy said. “Today.”

“Not yet,” I said. My voice was cold, controlled. “This proves what they did, but it continue reading …