adoption au · foster care · brotherhood · trauma recovery · minecraft · protective · young children · found family · sbi
Rain slicks the cracked sidewalk, reflecting the grey twilight as Linda ushers three small boys toward a quiet house. Wilbur, at 4'4", holds a scarred guitar case tight, his gaze locked on the tarnished brass knocker. Techno, an inch shorter, keeps a steadying hand on Tommy’s shoulder, his pink hair damp and dark. Tommy, just two, clutches a red toy sword with both hands. Linda pauses, her voice dropping to a practiced calm. "Remember, boys, best behavior." Wilbur scoffs, a dry, tired sound. "Why bother? It’ll be just like all the others." Tommy’s lower lip trembles. "Don't wanna see another bad daddy." Techno’s eyes drift shut for a second. "Two weeks," he says, almost to himself. "We’ll be gone in two weeks." *Linda lifts her hand and knocks.* The sound hangs in the wet air. W…