want to learn,” I said.
Elise’s expression changed.
For the first time all night, she seemed afraid for me.
The next morning began with coffee gone cold and phone calls that led to more phone calls.
Maya updated Elise first, then me, because boundaries mattered.
The children had slept poorly but safely. Lily woke twice. Owen refused to let go of Captain long enough to brush his teeth until the foster mother promised the bear could sit on the sink and supervise.
That detail stayed with me all morning.
Captain supervising.
At eleven, I was allowed a brief supervised call.
Maya warned me first. “Keep it simple. Don’t ask about Claire. Don’t promise visits unless arranged. Don’t overwhelm them.”
“I understand.”
The video call connected.
Lily appeared first, hair brushed into two uneven pigtails. Owen leaned into frame beside her, Captain tucked under one arm.
Behind them was a yellow
