Judge Malone looked up.

“I’ve reviewed everything. The biological father has not made any attempt to regain custody. The mother, while surviving, remains in long-term care with no capacity for parenting. That leaves us with one question.”

He turned to Angela.

“Are you prepared to adopt both children permanently?”

Angela’s eyes welled. “With all my heart.”

The judge turned to Caleb. “And Caleb, do you want Angela to be your mom?”

Caleb sat up straighter. His voice was clear, strong. “Yes, sir. She kept her promise.”

“What promise is that?” the judge asked gently.

“That we’d never be apart again.”

Judge Malone smiled.

“Well then, I think it’s time to make that official.”

He struck the gavel once.

“In the matter of Caleb and Eliana Benson, this court grants the petition for adoption. As of today, they are legally and permanently the children of Angela Morris.”

The room broke into quiet applause. Angela hugged Caleb tightly. The social worker handed Ellie over, and Caleb kissed her head the way he always had—like a protector, a big brother, a boy who had walked through fire to carry her to safety.

Afterward, they celebrated with cupcakes and a trip to the park. Caleb insisted on pushing Ellie on the swing. She giggled every time he said “higher.”

Angela watched from a bench, tears in her eyes.

One year ago, Caleb walked into an ER bruised and barefoot, carrying his baby sister and whispering a truth that broke everyone’s heart.

Today, he walked out of a courtroom holding her hand.

Not afraid.

Not alone.

But finally, home.