Miranda was five years old. She kept asking when her mother would return.
“He’s not coming back, sweetheart,” he’d tell her, and she’d ask again twenty minutes later.
A sad little girl | Source: Midjourney
Social services arrived three days after Lila’s funeral. A woman with a file was sitting across from me at the kitchen table.
“Nobody is willing or able to take Miranda in.”
“What’s going to happen to her?”
“She will go into the foster care system…”
“No.” The word came out more abruptly than she intended. “He will not be part of the system.”
“Are you related to the girl?”
“I am her godmother.”
“That’s not a legal title.”
“Then make it official.” I leaned forward. “I’ll adopt her. I’ll sign all the necessary paperwork. She won’t be going to a foster home.”
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