“Say hi Max” the social worker says, stepping aside so you can get a better look at the small girl. You’ve adopted Max and now she’s moving in.

Max is little for a twelve year old, practically swallowed by the yellow sweater she’s wearing. She’s still trying to hide behind the social worker, she looks terrified “h-hi…”

“They want to adopt you Max, you’re gonna get to stay here” Max’s eyes widened but you can’t tell if it’s fear or surprise