Talia met me just outside the boys’ room, her clipboard hugged tight to her chest. She looked like she’d been running on fumes and grit all day, but her eyes were still sharp. Still kind.
“I heard Wolf showed you the house,” she said, voice low.
I nodded. “It’s tucked behind the property. Quiet. Needs work, but it’s solid. The boys lit up when they saw it.”
Talia smiled. “That’s a good sign.”
“We want to keep them,” I said, no hesitation. “Me and Wolf. If it’s possible… we want to adopt.”
Her brows lifted, but she didn’t look surprised. “You’ve already started parenting them.”
I exhaled slowly. “We’re not trying to rush anything. We just want them to know they’re wanted. Permanently.”
Talia nodded, flipping a page on her clipboard. “I can set them up as foster-to-adopt. It’s the cle
