My Sister Walked Away From Her Disabled Son — Ten Years Later, She Came Back to Claim Him

She placed his suitcase on the pavement, turned on her heel, climbed into a waiting car, and slammed the door shut.

The engine started.

And she never looked back.

I stood there frozen, holding Evan while the car disappeared down the street. He buried his face into my coat, his small body shaking.

“Auntie…” he whispered. “Where’s Mommy going?”