My sister and I became foster children when she was just four years old and I a mere two months of age. In the first five foster homes we had been kept together. It wasn’t until we arrived in our sixth placement that things would change.
“They say we could go into her room any time and find her dead,” Molly told me. “Our nine-year-old is really having a hard time. She’s having nightmares about it. Do you think you would be interested in this baby?”
