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

“The county didn’t keep our records together,” I said. “The files were split between three different regional offices. When I turned eighteen, I went to the courthouse in Columbus, but they told me the archive had been water-damaged in ninety-four.”

Diane adjusted her glasses, her pen poised over her legal pad, though she did not write a single syllable.continue reading …