The Foster Child Whose Name Was Already on the Door

When Marcus arrived at his fourth foster home in two years, he didn't bother unpacking his trash bag of clothes. He'd learned not to settle in. But when the caseworker walked him down the hallway, he stopped cold. There on the bedroom door hung a wooden plaque with his name — not a generic "Welcome" sign, but "Marcus" — hand-painted in blue, his favorite color.…