***
Court was worse.
Aunt Denise arrived in pearls and a cream coat, with Uncle Warren carrying a folder like they had already won.
“I love those children,” Aunt Denise told the judge, dabbing under one dry eye. “But Rowan is a child himself. I can take the youngest two until things settle. I’m willing and able.”
Phoebe grabbed Lila’s sleeve.
“The youngest two? Do you even know their names?” I asked. “Why are you talking about them like they’re luggage?”
“I love those children.”
Aunt Denise turned to me. “Sweetheart, don’t be selfish. You can’t save everyone.”
I faced the judge. “I’m not trying to save everyone. I’m trying to keep my family together.”
The judge leaned forward. “Son, do you understand what you’re asking for?”
“Not fully, Your Honor,” I said. “But I have to do it. For them and for my parents.”
The courtroom went still.
I swallowed. “I know Tommy’s inhaler schedule. I know Benji hides food when he’s scared. I know Sybil gets mean when she’s hungry. I know Ethan and Adam need space. I know Lila and Phoebe sleep with the hallway light on.”
“I’m trying to keep my family together.”
