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

I unlocked the front door with the key Susan had given me.

The house was empty, but the children moved through it like muscle memory guided them.

Ruby ran toward the backyard.

“The swing is still there!” she shouted excitedly.

Cole pointed at part of the wall.

“Mom measured our heights there. Look.”

Faint pencil marks still showed through the paint.