6,000 for an immediate emergency round-trip flight back to Atlanta, and called my elite, high-powered defense attorney, David Sterling.

When I entered the lobby of the Fulton County Precinct hours later, a storm of toxic fury was already waiting for me.

My parents, Otis and Viola, were slamming their fists on the front desk, yelling at the desk sergeant and demanding that the children be released immediately.

The instant my mother saw me walk in, her face twisted with pure, venomous hatred.

She rushed across the lobby, screaming that I was an evil, cold-blooded, selfish monster who had intentionally trapped her own brother.

My father, Otis, roared in agreement, lifting his large hand to slap me across the face right there inside the precinct.

But before his palm could reach me, David Sterling stepped in, catching Otis’s wrist in a steel grip and forcing him backward.

“Touch her again,