Phoebe

Bill was at work when he got a phone call from Wrightburg.
"Hello. This is Bill Sutton. How can I help you?"
"Hello, Mr. Sutton. This is Heather from the Wrightburg Foster system."
"Oh. Uh yeah. How may I help you?"
"We were given your number in the case that we needed to call you about Phoebe Spokes."
"Did something happen?"
"No. Well yes actually. She is throwing tantrums and objects."
"Objects?"
"Yes. We have arts and crafts and she threw a pair of scissors at one of the boys." The woman explained.
"Oh uh. Do you want me to talk to her or come there or something?"
"Coming here might be good."
"Okay. I'm at work at the moment. It might take me a while to get there."
"That's fine. Just get here as soon as you can."
"Okay. Thanks for calling."
"No problem, Mr. Sutton."

Bill had to explain to his boss what was happening and surprisingly his boss let him leave.
He left the big office building and made his way to Wrightburg.
When he arrived he became upset.
The building looked more like a prison than anything else.
He went though the door and they had him walk through a metal detector. He was also patted down then brought to Heather's office.

"Mr. Sutton?"
"Yeah. That's me."
"Right this way." She stood from her desk and walked out the door. He followed her and they walked through another door.
As soon as Phoebe set her eyes on him she ran over and wrapped her arms around him.
"I don't wanna stay here!" She cried as she hugged him.
He picked up the child and she hid her face in his neck.
"Don't wanna." She continued to cry as she held tightly onto Bill.
"It's okay." He whispered to her.
"Not okay." She whined.
"Um is there a room we can talk in?" He asked the woman.
"Yes. If you follow me."
She walked towards a door and opened it.
"Wanna leave." Phoebe said quietly.
"I know." He said to her and patted her back.
"Can I leave with you?"
Bill didn't know what to say.
They were led to a room that looked like it was for family's being interviewed for the children.
It had a small play area and two sofas.
"Phoebe is an excellent child. It shouldn't be long before someone snatches her up."
Phoebe looked terrified at those words.
"Don't want anyone to take me." She cried and continued hiding her face in Bill's neck.
"She doesn't mean it like that." Bill explained.
"What does she mean?"
"She means that you're very nice and someone will want to adopt you soon."
"You?" Phoebe's eyes were big as she looked up at Bill.