The first time I saw Evelyn, she was sleeping quietly inside a white crib placed near the corner of a softly lit foster care room. Her tiny fingers rested beneath her cheek while gentle curls framed her peaceful face. A social worker stood beside me holding a thin folder that contained the painful summary of Evelyn’s short life. She explained …
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