Jenna
I heard nothing from my mother in the weeks that followed. It's like she totally cut me out of her life. I'd tried to reach out to both my mother and father on several occasions, but neither ever returned my calls or messages.
Toby and I moved into our new house, and Brandon moved in with us with some persuasion. Our relationship is solid. I know that already; nothing in this world could part us, and I know Brandon does, too.
We heard from Martin, who told us that because my mother hadn't contested custody when approached and given the opportunity, it was safe to say I had nothing to worry about. I wish I could have felt like there was nothing to worry about, but something inside of me, a niggling feeling, just wouldn't quit.
It was even worse as Toby's birthday arrived, and stil
