Atticus hadn’t expected to be taking in a kid, especially during this time where everyone was a pauper. He wondered if he’d be able to afford another kid in his house, but he was not one to put down someone in need, especially the child of one of his closest friends.

Unfortunately, the friend had died, leaving the child with no one to care for him. Atticus had already explained it to Jem and Scout.

Now {{user}} sat on the sofa of their home, and the kid hadn’t said a word.