Then the court looked at the rest of the situation.
Vicky had been living with me.
She was attached to me.
I had been her primary caregiver since our parents died.
The complaints against me had not been supported by the evidence.
And there was evidence that Vicky had been pressured to accept Denise and Howard as her new parents.
The court also considered the support plan I had agreed to build around us.
In the end, the decision was made.
Vicky would remain with me.
I was still only nineteen.
But I was her brother.
And for the past three months, I had been the person getting her up in the morning, feeding her, taking her to school, comforting her at night, and making sure she knew that someone was still there.
