Most of the younger kids were playing.
The boy immediately put down his book and crouched to help her.
One teenage boy sat alone beside a window with a paperback open on his knees.
A little girl nearby knocked over a box of crayons.
The boy immediately put down his book and crouched to help her.
He even crawled beneath a table for the last blue crayon.
Then he returned to his chair.
When she saw who I was looking at, her expression changed.
I nodded toward him.
“Who’s that?”
Denise followed my gaze.
When she saw who I was looking at, her expression changed.
“Luke.”
“You should know he’s had a lot of placements.”
“How old is he?”
“Sixteen.”
“Can I meet him?”
She hesitated.
“You should know he’s had a lot of placements.”
“Was he violent?”
“How many?”
“Ten.”
I stared at her.
“Was he violent?”
