During her childhood, Angie’s “normal” was full of drugs, violence, and run-ins with law enforcement. Her father had been in prison her whole life, and her mom raised all four kids by herself. To make ends meet, her mom sold drugs, which also landed her in jail off and on. “I started using meth with her when I was 12, and it just sort of catapulted from there,” says Angie, now in her 30s. “By now, I thought I would be dead or in prison.”

Dawna and her family were living a seemingly normal life in their Missouri town. After she and her husband fell in love, they got married and had four beautiful daughters. But over time, he changed.

Standing on the street, Darcy looked down at her worn shoes. She had a suitcase packed and sitting by her feet. It was 3 a.m., and she could see her house, dark in the distance.

“He’s enjoyable. I enjoy hanging out with my kid,” says Rachel Olmstead, tears causing her to pause as she describes her relationship with her son, Payton.