I zipped the plastic bag shut.

The harsh chemical smell of antiseptic floor cleaner drifted in from the hallway.

For two weeks, I had prepared myself to leave the Barrett family behind for good.

The yellow paper made it real.

“You have a legal status hearing tomorrow morning,” Mrs.

Higgins said.

“I’ll bring her down to your office,” Rachel said.

“Have either of you heard from Richard or Linda?”