I Found My Son and Grandsons Sleeping in a Frozen Car — Three Months Later, Her “Evidence” Backfired in Court

and had been granted supervised visits twice a week. At Jennifer’s parents’ house. With Patricia, her mother, sitting in the corner with a spiral notebook, writing down every observable moment of his time with his children.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

His hands tightened around the paper coffee cup. “What was I supposed to say?” he said. “Remember continue reading …