What happens to the kids is usually a trip to the police station, where you sit and wait for a social worker. If it’s night, or the weekend, you can wait many hours. Cops are nice, but busy. She finally shows up, you are interrogated while she waits for a foster family who can accept whatever number of kids it is. If they can’t find one within a reasonable time frame, you get split up. It’s no contact with your siblings or parents for at least a week usually. You sit on a bed in a strange place where you are not known. And you have the clothes on your back.
It’s fucking terrifying and you learn what it is to be truly
alone in the world. Its not something you ever unlearn.
May they at least have each other. I went alone, and stayed alone thereafter.