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Molly rushed toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
Calvin stood quietly, trying to appear brave.
I knelt beside him.
“Sweetheart, tell me exactly what happened.”
He took a breath.
“Dad dropped us off around seven-forty-five. Uncle Ross answered the door, but he didn’t let us inside.”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
“He said Jillian and the older kids were having their own party. He didn’t want us interrupting them.” FindFamily Lawyer
Ross had told my children to wait on the porch until