One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

It was not a question.

“He offered to let me keep Eli,” I said. “The others would go to separate homes.”

Diane stopped and stood directly in front of me, her fingers resting on the frame of her glasses.

“And you said no,” she said.

“I told him we are not separating them,” I said.

She sat down on the wooden bench beside me, opening her briefcase with two continue reading …