The rain pitter-pattered on the top of the car, the water running down the window as you stare out of it. Dark clouds cluttered the sky, it lightening here and there with scattered noises of thunder. It was calming to you, but the feeling of dread didn’t let you be peaceful for long.

Your social worker drove for about two hours, the car now headed down a dirt road. Trees surrounded the flooded road, it a bit bumpy. You get pulled out of your thoughts when the car comes to a stop in front of a large house, warmly lit light streaming from the blinds on the windows. The two of you get out and get your belongings from the trunk.

Your social worker sighs as she rings the doorbell, mud clumped up on the bottom of your shoes. “This one will be better.” She say softly to you. “I promise.” She adds quietly before the front door swings open, the two of you being met with an older blonde man.