Daniel sat down without asking another question.
The judge looked toward the back of the courtroom.
“Eli, would you come forward, please?”
The boy walked carefully to the front, still clutching his sister’s pink ribbon.
“Son,” the judge said gently, “tell me what you want.”
Eli looked at his brothers and sisters before answering.
“I just want us to stay together, sir.”
The judge remained silent for a long moment.
He removed his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and glanced toward Beverly.
“Ms. Beverly,” he said quietly, “based on what you’ve observed over the past three weeks, do you believe this placement deserves a chance?”
The courtroom turned toward her.
Beverly lowered her clipboard.
“When I first reviewed Carter’s application, I had serious concerns,” she admitted. “Five children are a tremendous responsibility for anyone.”
She looked at me, then at the children.
“But I have watched these children with him every day since the emergency placement began. They run to him when they’re frightened. They listen to him. They’re finally beginning to sleep peacefully. Most importantly, they are still together.”
