How may I help you?” Marah poised her pen on her ever-present notepad on her desk, waiting.“Marah, this is Jennie at Memorial Medical Center. One of your clients was just brought in – Melissa Jones. She’s very badly injured and she’s not expected to survive. Her mother’s here, and she’s hysterical. You’d better get down here, since DFCS has custody of Melissa.”“My God! I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Thank you.” Marah hung up and grabbed the notepad and her purse. On her way to the front office to sign out, she stopped at Luke Tyler’s office to let him know what she had just learned.“Good Lord, that poor child! Keep me informed, would you? I’ll let your supervisor know,” said Luke. “I will. Bye!” Melissa ran to the front office and signed out. At the hospital, she found the mother, Renee Jones waiting, pacing and wringing her hands outside the doors of the emergency department. “Renee, I am so sorry! What happened?” “They . .
