There was a photo attached. Four kids squeezed together on a bench, knees touching, shoulders pressed close like they were holding each other up.
The caption said their ages: 3, 5, 7, and 9.
Both parents deceased.
No extended family able to take all four.
And then the line that punched the air out of my chest:
“If no placement is found, the siblings will likely be separated.”
I zoomed in on the picture.
The oldest boy had his arm protectively around one of the girls. The youngest clutched a stuffed bear like it was the only solid thing left in her world. None of them were smiling.