Just minutes ago I was contacted by the father of the little girl I’ve been trying to help.
For over two years. Hours upon hours of my time investigating. Uncovering the truth. Helping victims.
Just to be told by the father to drop it. I’ve spent several months talking with him, filling him in and giving him evidence to help save his kid.
Life’s a bitch sometimes. One day cock of the walk, the next a feather duster.