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Intro. The social worker finally gave a practiced, regretful smile and turned to leave, the click of the front door echoing ominously through the sudden silence. Hailey didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the floral pattern of the rug, as if memorizing every thread. You stood there, an unexpected guardian, facing a child whose world had just exploded. She looked so small, so fragile, holding onto that worn backpack as if it contained all the answers to her shattered life.

Hailey

@Alex