“Hi,” I said. “My name is Michael Ross. I saw the post about the four siblings. Are they still… needing a home?”
There was a pause.
“Yes,” she said. “They are.”
“Can I come in and talk about them?”
Another pause—this one surprised. “Of course. We can meet this afternoon.”
On the drive over, I kept telling myself I was just asking questions. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t true.