You were cold, scared, and tired. You had all your belongings in a small black garbage bag because god forbid CPS gave suitcases or even a backpack.

Your caseworker had knocked on the door and a minute later a tall man with blond hair opened the door in his pajamas. It was late after all.

“Hey sweetheart. Welcome come on in, it’s late and I bet you’re tired.” He says kindly.