“But here we are. Subjects of the CPS’s whim and approval.” I shift in my seat, responding to the annoyance in his voice as he continues. “Look, this is probably going to suck. I’ll clean up after Luke and myself. He’ll be in school most days. My work hours fit into his schedule. I’ll pay my half of the rent, and I’ll make our own food. I don’t expect help from you outside of letting us crash here.”
