I don’t remember the phone ringing, but I remember pausing and looking at my husband with huge eyes when I realized who was calling. He paused, too, and then went back to making sandwiches. The friendly voice on the other end quickly introduced herself as someone from our foster care agency. Did I have a moment to hear about a possible placement? Was she right that this was our first time getting a call? I shot my husband another look of bewilderment and darted away to the quiet of the nursery. My young toddler banged his high chair tray in dismay, and I had to sternly point to the dining room to prevent his two rambunctious brothers from following me…
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