that had entered my attention and refused to leave until I did something about it.
So I looked up the case.
The children had names.
Marcus was seven.
Amara was five.
Joel was four.
Destiny was two.
The youngest was eighteen months old.
I wouldn’t learn until later that her name was Nina, because different adults had been calling her different things and it took time before she finally told me which name belonged to her.
Their mother had died suddenly from a stroke.
She was thirty-two.
Marcus had been
