LifelineChapter 6
It was the Tuesday following the Wellses' abrupt departure when Elizabeth called me at my office. Our offices were only five floors apart but we rarely visited each other during the working day. The legal section of Children and Youth Services did not hang out with prosecutors. I was surrounded by granola eaters that think every child is a snowflake. I guess I agreed to a certain extent. I spent enough winters in the North that I think snow is a pain in my ass. I feel the same about...