“‘Pack Your Bags. You’re Done.’ What My Son Didn’t Know Was I’d Already Won”

setting the stage to declare me incompetent. They wanted to strip my decisions, my property, my identity—and wrap it in paperwork that would make their betrayal look reasonable.

But the worst discovery was a security camera folder Luke had forgotten existed. He’d installed it months earlier, paranoid about missing snacks. The cloud kept everything.

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