I never gave up on him. I never bowed to the noise, the lies, or the stories built to tear us apart. I fought because every part of me knew he deserved better than the chaos he was dragged into. I stood in every doorway meant to scare me. I walked into every courtroom with my heart in my hands, ready to fight for him again and again. Because when you are a mother, you do not get to quit. You do not get to look away. You do not get to choose the easy route. You choose your child every single time