Chapter 9: Just a Little Longer“Come on, Wiley, let’s go to bed,” Jackson said.
“I want to watch him a little while longer.”
“He’s not going anywhere.”
“He could be going with us.”
“We’d have to get an ICPC,” he pointed out.
The ICPC was the Interstate Compact on the Protection of Children. We’d need permission from both the state of Massachusetts and the state of Mississippi for an interstate adoption.
“We’ll get one,” I said.
“You seem pretty confident.”
“He’s the one, Jack. He’s the one we’ve been waiting for.”
“You don’t know that.”
“But I do.”
I glanced up at Jackson, smiled. He offered a faint, patient smile.
“If you don’t like him,” I said, “then we won’t do it. It has to be both of us. This is our child, not just mine. I know that.”
“I like him,” Jackson said. “But wha
