his.
Joel sat beside her.
Debra was holding Destiny.
The baby sat on Debra’s other side.
Marcus was sitting straight, watching me.
He looked old enough to understand that something important was happening.
And still young enough to believe it might end well.
So I told the judge the truth.
I told him about the photograph.
About eating dinner alone.
About the bunk beds.
The five car seats.
The emptied savings account.
I told him the state’s attorney was right that I didn’t fully understand what I was entering.
Then
