CPS Took My Children at Sunrise, Then a Search History Proved Who Lied!
I was on my knees on the bathroom tile, rinsing strawberry-scented shampoo from my daughter’s hair, when my phone buzzed on the counter. Steam fogged the mirror. Maya, six, giggled as she tried to pile foam into a lopsided crown. I grabbed the towel, wiped my hands, and answered without thinking. It was my sister,…