We had learned quite early in our fostering career to bend a few rules...but had never so blatantly broken them until we met Steve, a hard drinking, smoking, insecure man...who was the father of Jake and Sam. Two little boys joined our family when the bitter winter weather was still chilling our bones and their dad was absolutely destitute, no home, no money and no hope of getting his children back with a social worker who seemed to be a bit of a ladies man and favoured their mother. Steve was the second father we had met that would do anything and everything to get his children home...once...