Today at work has been trying to say the least. For the first time ever, well at least to my knowledge, I see the results of domestic violence. A woman about our age came in with a little boy who was about 3 came in. They were both dressed very well and they live in the town over, in a very upscale neighborhood. At first glance they look like you or me, normal. But I noticed the fading bruises on the woman's arms. She also seems very skittish. The little boy sat so perfectly, you would never guess he was 3. Other kids were playing and making a mess of the waiting room, but he barley looked up to notice them. With steel resolve I confront the mother. I wish you were here; you would have done a much better job. I only wanted to help and I told her as much, but she took her son and practically ran. When I get home and tell you about it, you comfort me and tell me I did all I could. Life goes on as normal for the next few weeks and I still love you more than ever. Every day you do something to put a smile on my face.
A few weeks later as I'm locking up the office, I hear something behind me. I turn and see the woman and little boy from that day. Her face is completely black and blue, I also notice the little boy holding his arm not making a peep. I remember his name is Benny and his mother is Angela. I unlock the office and usher them back in. I call you to let you know what's going on and that we will have some visitors tonight. I discover Benny's arm is broken and that when he tried to help his mommy up from the floor his daddy grabbed him and threw him. I am heartbroken for these two. After I set his arm in a cast we set off for home. Opening the door I hear voices and realize you've called back up. My kitchen is full with Rose, Alice, Jasper, and Emmett. After we all eat and put all the kids to bed, we sit down to talk. I can tell Angela was a little embarrassed at first but she feels safe now with you girls. She tells us the horrors she has lived through since she met her husband in college. I silently thank God we have never had to deal with this. We give her the courage to call the police and report what that monster did. After we get everything settled we show Angela the room she is welcome to as long as she needs and head to our room. Just as I close my eyes I hear your voice "I know what I want to do with the money Mrs. Cope left us."