"His residence is a converted workshop space that has not yet received final approval for foster placement. He has no spouse, no co-guardian, no current medical plan capable of covering five dependents, and, with respect, no parenting experience."
The judge watched me over the rims of his glasses.
I felt every eye in the room settle on my borrowed tie.
"The state has three vetted foster homes prepared to receive these children by Friday," Daniel continued. "Their separation is regrettable, but the state must prioritize stability."
Diane leaned toward me.
"Stay calm," she whispered. "Answer only what he asks."
I took the stand.
My hands felt too large for the wooden rail.
"Carter, you work as a carpenter, correct?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, sir. I have worked at the same shop for 11 years."
"And you converted part of that property into bedrooms for five children?"
"I built bunk beds along the north wall. I insulated the rooms, completed the safety work, and arranged for inspections. I also contacted a pediatrician before this hearing."
"That is commendable. However, you have no wife, no partner, and no living parents listed in your file. Why would a young man in his prime willingly take on this kind of responsibility and debt?"
"Because they need someone."
"Many children need someone, Carter. You did not petition for any other children. You petitioned for these five. Why?"
I looked past him.
Eli sat in the back row with the youngest child on his lap.
