It took Richard a moment to answer, frozen as he was by Alex’s distress. Everything in him burned to...do something to take it from her, to offer some measure of comfort. He didn’t often see her in such a vulnerable moment, ever the impartial journalist, but he understood this breaking point, this moment when it was too much and too evil and not even professional pride was enough...
“Short term foster care.” He confessed quietly. “I had a case some years back—demonic possession. A young boy with a severe mental illness and abusive parents. He would only have suffered further in the system, and he responded well to Ruby, so...April pulled some strings. The Institute acquired a short term foster care license and he spent six weeks in her custody until we located a cousin that took him in.”
He looked towards the curtain, his heart lodging in his throat.
“That girl knows how to identify authorities, and she’s familiar with a social worker’s identification. She has all the hallmarks of an institutional youth—and she’s incredibly smart, Alex, not to mention perceptive. I...something had to be done.”
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Date: 2019-08-06 02:25 am (UTC)“Short term foster care.” He confessed quietly. “I had a case some years back—demonic possession. A young boy with a severe mental illness and abusive parents. He would only have suffered further in the system, and he responded well to Ruby, so...April pulled some strings. The Institute acquired a short term foster care license and he spent six weeks in her custody until we located a cousin that took him in.”
He looked towards the curtain, his heart lodging in his throat.
“That girl knows how to identify authorities, and she’s familiar with a social worker’s identification. She has all the hallmarks of an institutional youth—and she’s incredibly smart, Alex, not to mention perceptive. I...something had to be done.”