I’m 46, married, with a fourteen-year-old daughter, Zoey. Our house was full of laughter—until Laura’s brother Sammy moved in with his twin daughters after a messy divorce. Laura promised “just a few weeks.” The twins arrived like a storm. They ransacked Zoey’s room, wore her sweaters, drained her markers, and mocked her drawings. Zoey pleaded for help, but Sammy shrugged....
