I don’t know specifically what Marcus needs from me, or Amara, or Joel, or Destiny, or the baby.”
“But?”
“But I know what happens if nobody takes them together.”
She looked at me.
“They get separated.”
“Yes.”
I thought about that photograph.
“Marcus is seven. He called 911 when his mother collapsed. He’s been trying to keep his brothers and sisters together ever since. I can give him somewhere he doesn’t have to do that alone.”
Gloria wrote something else.
The next morning, Debra called.
The home study recommendation was
