How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
Sarah closed the yellow placement file and slipped it into her leather bag.
“Aunt Ruth has a big back porch with a flower garden,” Sarah told Emily.
Emily picked up her gray stuffed rabbit and tucked it under her arm next to her pink notebook.
“Thank you for staying on the phone with me,” Emily whispered, looking up at Claire.
Claire knelt down on the linoleum so her face was level with the child’s gentle eyes.
“You did everything just right, Emily,” Claire said.