“Cade can’t play for his old school. It’s a waste, and they aren’t going anywhere. And besides, between us, his living situation wasn’t ideal,” my dad continued. I spied Cayden’s fist curling into a ball beside his plate. “So, what does it all mean?” I burst out, the suspense doing terrible things for my heart rate. “It means Cayden’s going to stay here with us, we’re going to foster him…just until the end of the school year.”
