Prologue

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A large black SUV leaves the court parking lot.  Art is only 6, not yet old enough to wrap his head around the events that have taken place.  He’s been mentally... and physically scarred.  His mother was abusive towards alcohol, drugs, and most importantly, Art.   

 

“You’re going to be living with me from now on.”

 

“I like that idea, mommy was very scary and I don’t think that she liked me.”

 

“Mommy was doing some very bad things, it’s a miracle I found out before she did anything worse to you.  I’m afraid for your future.”

 

“Where is mommy right now?  Is she back at home?  Are you going to slap me like mom would?”

 

“No Art, Mommy is in jail for what she did to you and others.  I’m not going to hit you like mom did.  You’re safe now.”

 

“Okay, I didn’t like mom very much.  Are you going to sing weird songs every night before you go to bed?  Mom would.  They were very scary and I didn’t know what she was saying.”

 

“Haha, I will not be singing any weird songs at night.”

 

“Okay.”

That day was the last day Art would ever see his mom.  She dies just two days after the hearing, from exhaustion and liver failure.  The case is immediately dropped for unknown reasons.

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