The sound check party was amazing, mostly because Wesly truely seemed happy now. I think the boys and I were happy we had our friend back.

That night, we had a long conversation about where Wesley was going to go.

“My uncle said he’s putting me in a foster home,” she told us.

We were silent for a moment. Then, Mrs. Jonas broke in, “No, I won’t have it. Wesley, you’ve become like a daughter to me. I’m not going to let you be put in some foster home!”

“But what can we do?” asked Joe.

“Well, maybe we can get custody.”

All our jaws dropped. Wesley hugged Mrs. Jonas and cried. But this time, they were tears of joy.

Mrs. Jonas dealt with the issue the very next morning.

The court date was one week away.