Part 4 – At 4:37 A.M., My 9-Year-Old Son Came Home Carrying Two Dirty Sleeping Bags. He Whispered, “Mom, Owen Is Still in the Car.” When I Called Owen’s Mother, We Discovered Her Husband Had Been Telling Us Two Completely Different Stories. – THE PRIDE STORY

Part 4 – At 4:37 A.M., My 9-Year-Old Son Came Home Carrying Two Dirty Sleeping Bags. He Whispered, “Mom, Owen Is Still in the Car.” When I Called Owen’s Mother, We Discovered Her Husband Had Been Telling Us Two Completely Different Stories.

PART 4 “Mom?” “Yes?” “Are we in trouble?” “Absolutely not.” “Can Owen stay here?” Beth reached across and held Owen’s hand. “You’re staying with me, sweetheart. We’ll find somewhere safe.” … Continue reading Part 4 – At 4:37 A.M., My 9-Year-Old Son Came Home Carrying Two Dirty Sleeping Bags. He Whispered, “Mom, Owen Is Still in the Car.” When I Called Owen’s Mother, We Discovered Her Husband Had Been Telling Us Two Completely Different Stories.