The house was looking homey. The walls were covered in photos, and there were shoes left messily by the door. Callie couldn’t believe her eyes, her little brother, Jude, stood near her. She looked warily toward the two women, who were introduced as their new foster moms, Stef and Lena. She’s pretty sure their social worker has also said something about other children. Her eyes narrow, she can’t let her guard down, what if this home is like the others?