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None of us spoke, but the fire in our eyes said the same thing: we weren\u2019t leaving them there. I wrapped my jacket around the little girl. Tommy scooped up the baby. We brought them to our clubhouse.
\nSome people might call that reckless. But we knew the system sometimes sent kids back into the very arms that had failed them. We weren\u2019t going to take that chance. Not until we knew the truth.<\/p>\n
\n<\/b>At dawn, we searched the bus for clues. In a tattered envelope, we found an address scribbled in shaky handwriting. It led us to a rundown trailer park. That\u2019s where we found their mother\u2014exhausted, bruised, and too weak to care for herself, let alone her children.
\nShe said she had run to protect them, but fear and despair had left her broken. We documented everything. Photos. Conditions. Every detail. And we called in an old friend, Renee, who had once worked for child protection services. She knew how to cut through red tape when others couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\nThe Confrontation<\/b><\/h2>\n