His name was Colby, and he was twelve years old.

A caseworker reached out to our lawyer to say he wanted to apologize for what he had said in our living room the night I came back.

I remembered how he had laughed when Finn looked scared.

I also remembered that Colby lived with Dwight every single day.

The caseworker didn’t ask us to meet him.

She only asked if we would accept a letter.

I waited until Dr.