“I built sturdy oak bunk beds. I insulated the walls, added smoke detectors, and had the electrical system inspected. I put five car seats in the van last week. I also contacted a pediatrician on Elm Street, and she agreed to take all five children as new patients.”

Her expression did not change, but something behind her eyes softened briefly.

Then, she glanced down at her clipboard.

“I would like to talk with Eli alone, if that is alright.”

Diane nodded before I could respond.

A minute later, a court aide brought Eli into the room.

He looked toward me first, searching for reassurance, just as he had done every hour throughout the past three weeks.

“It’s okay, buddy,” I told him. “Just answer her questions truthfully.”

He nodded once and took a seat.

Beverly leaned closer and asked him about school, meals, and whether he felt safe around me.

Eli responded in a whisper I could hardly hear while his thumb rubbed the ribbon in small circles.

When the aide led him back outside, the room somehow felt heavier than before.

Beverly stood, thanked me with sincere kindness, and walked out.

Diane waited until the door clicked closed.

“Carter, there is something we have to discuss.”

“What is it?”

“The state’s attorney is going to ask you something personal. He will ask about your history and why you are doing this.”

I felt my jaw clench.

“He can ask anything he wants.”

“Carter, listen to me. I have reviewed your file twice. There are gaps that the state’s attorney will recognize. If there is anything you have not told me, now is the moment.”