Chapter 14Cato
The placement officer was a thin, middle-aged man whose mouth pursed as if he were sucking a lemon. Cato hoped it was just his jaw structure.
At least he seemed brisk. He fired off questions while checking the smoke detectors, peering in the fridge—sparkling clean, thanks to Roy—and measuring Izzy’s room.
“There’s a minimum space requirement per child,” he explained.
“She already lives here.” Her room was bigger than his shared dorm room.
“You’re unemployed. In the event the child’s primary guardian should be incarcerated and unable to provide financial support—”
“I have a trust fund. My attorney submitted documentation yesterday.”
“Hmph.” He made a note in his file. “You and Mr. Royce are affianced? The court tends to look more favorably on requests from married coup
