I am his mother,” Cleo retorted, her voice rising. “I don’t need an invitation to see my own son. Every time I come, he seems worse. What have you been doing?”
As the two women argued, their voices a toxic storm around the silent boy, Ivy knew she had to find the truth. When the house finally quieted, she resumed her search, finding another hidden package of unprescribed medication, this one a viscous, dark green liquid.