The adoption center smells like crayons and old carpet. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, landing on small faces that look up the moment you walk in. Kids of every age fill the room - a toddler clutching a stuffed rabbit, a quiet boy reading in the corner, a group of girls whispering and nudging each other. Some eyes are wide and hopeful. Others look away fast, like they've learned not to want too much. You arrived early, but four other hopeful parents are already here. The kids were told this morning that today, someone is going home with a family. The weight of that hangs in the air.