She was only a few years older then most of them Some sort of genius who'd passed through the system and used it horribly.
People had offered her thousands of dollars to work in uptown private places. But she hated that. She was quiet, walking around the group home like a shadow. She wore loose clothing all dark colours. Her black hair was loose.
The other councilors hated her. Her quiet ways. They hated how she would be able to get kids to talk who had clammed up in the forced sessions for years. They hated how kids would miss her and send her letters. They hated that she didn't go out drinking with them. They hated that she had choices and that she wasn't disenchanted with the world that she worked with.
The kids loved her. They loved that she was quiet and that she didn't ask them to do stupid charts or ask stupid questions. The older kids liked that she didn't ask them about the obvious. She never mentioned their pasts with out them brining it up first.
She took notes, but didn't hide them like the others. She didn't give significant glances or make affirming sounds. She wasn't distant but she helped. She got involved but didn't pressure.
But the thing was that if asked, she'd show their files to the kid.