Emily fiddled with her dress as she sat quietly in the back of the car. She was on her way to see a 'nice, friendly person', as she was told, but nothing about those words was reassuring.
She had been in the care of 'nice, friendly' people, and the result of that was something she did not want to think about. Now she was going to be shipped off to some other woman who was likely going to traumatize her even further. Just the thought of it made her want to cry.
"A-are we there yet?" She asked the driver softly, secretly hoping that the car would never reach its destination.
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