Chapter 52: So How Does This Work?Nine-year-old Amelia Foster was a full head taller than Tony. Her wavy hair fell over thin shoulders and surrounded a small, elfin face whose features included large brown eyes and a button nose.
When we had first met her, she had been quick with a smile and seemed very confident about herself, as though she hadn’t a shy bone in her body.
Now, as we sat in the playroom with her social worker, Ruby Miller, Amelia had a lost, unhappy look on her face, and her beautiful brown eyes were ringed with dark shadows from crying and not sleeping. She knew her mother had been interviewing “prospective parents” but perhaps hadn’t understood what that actually meant.
“She took it very hard,” Ruby said softly as we watched her and Tony pick through the toy chest look
