Chapter Seventeen
It was getting late.
The sun was going down, and she needed to get home. Chase had looked at his watch twice now as he listened to the social worker on the other end of the phone rattle off what he would need to do just to qualify as a foster parent. It seemed impossible—all the hoops, the bureaucracy, the time. She couldn’t figure out how the Humboldts could even have been approved.
There was an application, references, criminal history and background checks, a home study, a series of interviews, fire and home safety… The requirements went on and on, and still she was stuck on how the Humboldts were even on the approved list.
She was still thinking, and she didn’t even know how long she’d been sitting there, considering, when Chase said something to her. It was then
