So they made the practical decision.

The only one available to them.

They split us up.”

A low murmur moves through the gallery behind me.

I keep my eyes on the judge.

“The oldest boy was put in a sedan and driven north,” I say, and I realize my hands have closed white-knuckled around the edges of the podium.

“His little sister went east.

The two babies went to separate group homes down south.