Silence reigned in the courtroom as the judge gave his final verdict. "Yuto will be placed into foster care. His parents may not see him or talk to him. If they do, they will be punished by the law."
That had been ten years ago when Yuto was five. He had been from foster home to foster home, and now, at the age of fifteen, he was moving again.
"Are you ready to meet your new family?" his social worker asked him. "It'll just be the same as always," he grumbled, "and I'll end up leaving in a few months again."
"Don't think like that. Think positive, and it will be positive."
Yuto sat thinking to himself for the rest of the ride to the house. They pulled up to the house twenty minutes later. It was a three story house, and it looked pretty big from the outside. Standing in the door was a middle-aged woman with grayish brown hair.
