“Many children need someone, Carter. You did not petition for any other children. You petitioned for these five. Why?”
I looked past him.
Eli sat in the back row with the youngest child on his lap.
One of his small hands rested against his sister’s back to keep her steady.
“Because they’re siblings,” I said.
“Many siblings are separated every year in this state,” Daniel replied. “That fact alone is not a sufficient legal argument.”
“It should be.”
He almost smiled.
“Carter, there are unexplained gaps in your background between the ages of nine and 17. The court should understand those years before it places five children in your care.”
The room became so quiet that I could feel the silence in my ribs.
I looked down at my hands.
