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

fingers tightening on Lila’s sleeve. He didn’t ask about the court or the man in the blue suit who had smiled at us. His eyes traveled past my shoulder toward the heavy wood doors of Courtroom Three.

“Are they going to make us go in there?” Eli asked.

“Only for a few minutes,” I said.

“Lila has her rabbit,” he whispered, gesturing to the small space between continue reading …