(Dane)
The reception area was quieter than I expected. A woman behind the desk looked up as we walked in and smiled politely before asking for our names. I told her who we were and what time our appointment was for. She checked something on her computer before nodding once.
"Take a seat," she said. "Your caseworker will be with you shortly."
I thanked her and stepped aside so Cassidy could choose where she wanted to sit. She picked two chairs near the window instead of the middle of the room. I sat beside her without saying anything.
There were children's drawings framed along one wall. Bright colours. Handprints. Stick figures holding hands beneath oversized suns. It was the kind of room designed to make people feel comfortable.
A little boy sat across the room with a woman I assumed
