He went home, his mother died, and I got a call first from him (this afternoon at work) then from his aunty, asking if he could come back. The stepfather who killed her has already got the kids' social security $$ coming to him and tried to get their insurance before they had even planned the funeral. My boy has just been running wild; nobody has known where he was at or what he was doing, they finally got him back up at grandma and grandpa's house, his aunt says he looks like a homeless kid, filthy and hungry. None of them know what to do (parenting? Maybe?) It looks like I'm inheriting this mess. So I think she's bringing him to me next weekend..not this weekend, the next one. I'm glad for him...but batten down the hatches for us, it's going to be a rocky ride.