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

stopped his slow pacing. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he had expected the name of a private reform school or a juvenile detention center.

“In what capacity?” he asked.

“Foster care,” I said.

“And why is that not reflected in the background check we initiated for this petition?”

“The files were sealed when I turned eighteen,” I continue reading …