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

against the paper.

I walked back to the defense table, my knees feeling hollow.

“He is going to deny the petition based on that report, Carter,” Diane whispered as I sat down.

“I did the work myself,” I said, looking at the palms of my hands, where the calluses were split and stained with dark walnut dust. “I know every joist in that ceiling.”