“My granddaughter always did homework in the bathroom. When I asked why, she stayed silent. Then she grabbed my sleeve and whispered, ‘Grandma… come see.’ I opened the bedroom door—and realized why she was so afraid.” My granddaughter Lily moved in with me three months ago, along with my son Michael and his wife, Karen. They said it was temporary—work stress, renovations, the usual excuses. I didn’t mind. Lily was nine years old, polite, quiet, and far too well-behaved for a child her age. What