I Adopted Four Brothers and Sisters Who Were About to Be Torn Apart

Inside her office, Karen placed a thick file on the desk.

“They’re wonderful kids,” she said softly. “They’ve just been through so much.”

She opened the folder.

“Owen is nine. Tessa is seven. Cole is five. Ruby is three.”

I quietly repeated their names to myself.

“Their parents died in a car accident,” Karen explained. “There wasn’t any extended family able to take all four together. They’re currently in temporary foster care.”

“What happens if nobody adopts all of them?” I asked.