1 ½ months later…
45 days. That's how long she had been here. Stuck in some foster home with 4 other kids. The kids weren't too bad though, as they pretty much kept to themselves. But the foster parents sucked in her opinion. They kept telling her what to do (as most parents do), and they acted like real parents, giving her hugs and whatnot. It was weird.
Okay hugs were cool and stuff, but they felt wrong not coming from her brother. She felt like she was betraying him in some way. Plus these people wanted her to call them Mom and Dad! Were they nuts? They were her temporary caregivers, nothing more.
And to top it all off, she wasn't even allowed to see Michael. Some load of crap about an on-going investigation. Also being around him was damaging to her well-being. At least that's what her social worker said. Sitting in her room, she thought back to the last time she saw Albrecht.
Flashback …
Albrecht had just re-entered the room after talking to Dr. Ross.
"So he's gonna be okay right?"
"Yes he is. He's just got pneumonia."
"What else did the doctor say?" Cari could tell that her brother's health status was not all they had talked about.
"He's gonna call Children's Services."
Cari figured as much. Since her brother was her only living relative, she basically had nowhere else to go, what with him in the hospital and all.
"So I'm going to be put in a group home or something, huh?"
Albrecht nodded.
"Do you think they will still let me see him?"
"Don't see any reason why not."
About half an hour later a social worker showed up and placed Cari Sloan in foster care.
End Flashback…
If she knew that being placed in the system would suck this much, she would have took off or something. She just wanted to see her brother. But that obviously wasn't going to happen