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

boys. His feet did not touch the floor. His small, cheap shoes hung straight down, the laces tied in double knots that looked like they had not been undone in weeks.

“Where were you, Mr. Carter?” Daniel asked.

The judge stopped typing. His hand remained suspended over the keyboard, his fingers slightly curled.

“I was in the state’s custody,” I said.

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