My Family Let My Son Be Hurt—Then Threatened to Evict Us When I Spoke Up, So I Let the Footage Speak
I pull into the gravel driveway at Martin’s Highpoint Orchard just as the sun dips below the tree line, turning the barn’s string lights into fuzzy golden orbs against the October dusk. The parking lot is already half full of cars I don’t recognize, sleek sedans that belong to the investor crowd my sister Kendra…