Jessica Anderson stared out the window of her room at the Elfman Rehabilitation Clinic just on the outskirts of San Francisco. She had been in rehab for more than a year for her addictions to alcohol and drugs. As she stared out the window, she thought of her daughter, Chrissy. She hadn't seen or spoken to her daughter since she was taken. Now, as Jessica was staring out the window on her last day at the clinic, she was thinking about getting her daughter back. Jessica was waiting for a social worker from child's services to come and talk to her about the possibility of getting her daughter back. She thought about where Chrissy was. She had been told that a woman named Michelle had taken her in and was now in the process of filing for adoption. No, Chrissy is my daughter. I will not have some stranger adopting my daughter. Jessica thought. Not when I'm completely capable of taking care of her myself.
"Hello, you must be Jessica Anderson." A voice said. Jessica turned and saw a dark woman entering the room.
"Yeah I'm Jessica. Who are you?" Jessica asked.
"My name is Tess, I'm from child services." Tess the angel said as she sat at the table in Jessica's room. Jessica joined her. Tess ruffled through some papers.
"I understand you want custody of your daughter back." Tess said disapprovingly. Jessica raised her eyebrows.
"She's my kid." She said plainly.
"I understand Ms. Anderson, but it's going to be more complicated than that. Ms. Anderson, you were charged with child abuse a year ago and you were heavily into drugs and alcohol. The odds are slightly against you." Tess said simply. Jessica sighed.
"That was a year ago. A lot has changed. I've turned my life around; I'm ready to take my daughter back." She said quietly.
"I understand how you're feeling Ms. Anderson, but we're concerned for the child's well being. The last time Chrissy lived with you, you were hitting her on a daily basis. How can we be sure that's changed?" Tess asked. Jessica rolled her eyes impatiently.
"I don't care if you believe me, but I know I'm different and I want my kid back. I don't care if you help me or not, my lawyer will help me get her back." She said with a confidant smile. "He should be here any minute now." Just then, a tall man entered the room and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm your new lawyer. My name is Andrew." Andrew said. Tess turned and stared at him, for he was an angel too. The angel of death. Tess began to worry. Andrew was usually called on assignments if somebody was going to die, so he could bring them Home. Sometimes God sent Andrew just to help out with assignments, but they didn't always know for what reason Andrew was on an assignment.
"Hi Andrew. I'm Jessica. Tell me you'll help me get my daughter back." Jessica said with raised eyebrows. Andrew sat down.
"I'll do whatever I can to help you Ms. Anderson, but it's not going to be easy." He said truthfully. Tess had a bad feeling as she looked at Jessica. She had a gut instinct everything Jessica was saying was a lie. Father, I do not believe she's changed, and if she hasn't, we cannot let Chrissy go back to her. Never.
