But I looked at Josie and felt something inside me shift.
Then our caseworker, Rebecca, asked if Daniel and I could speak privately.
There was something we needed to understand.
I know you’re not supposed to say things like that.
Josie had an older brother.
Jace was sixteen.
“They’re a sibling group,” Rebecca explained. “They need to be placed together.”
Daniel glanced at me.
I asked, “Where is he?”
“Down the hall.”
“They need to be placed together.”
I frowned. “Why wasn’t he in the meeting?”
Rebecca hesitated.
That hesitation told me more than her answer did.
“A number of families have expressed interest in Josie,” she said. “When they’ve learned Jace is part of the placement, they’ve reconsidered.”
I felt embarrassed on behalf of people I had never met.
“Why wasn’t he in the meeting?”
“Because he’s sixteen?”
“Teen placements are harder.”
Daniel crossed his arms. “Does he have behavioral problems?”
“No more than I would expect from a teenager who’s been through significant instability.”
It was a careful answer.
“Does he have behavioral problems?”
Rebecca folded her hands.
“Jace knows why previous families changed their minds.”
“And he expects us to change ours too?” I asked.
Rebecca didn’t answer right away.
“I think Jace expects adults to prove what they mean.”
“And he expects us to change ours too?”
That sentence stayed with me.
A few minutes later, Jace walked in.
He was tall and thin, dressed in a gray hoodie despite the warm room. His hair fell over his forehead.
He nodded once when Rebecca introduced us but didn’t smile.
Josie immediately ran over to him.
A few minutes later, Jace walked in.
We spent nearly two hours together.
Josie talked enough for everyone.
Jace mostly answered questions with one or two words.
Daniel asked whether he played sports.