Twenty minutes later, a lady entered the room and took Monica from Misty. Misty looked at the petrified girl wrapped up in the woman’s arms and walked to the desk. She removed a piece of paper and wrote down her phone number. Then, she walked back over to Monica and bent down to her. “This is my phone number. If you ever need to talk or vent, please don’t hesitate to call me. I may know a thing or two about what you are going through, and I’m willing to listen.”
Monica smiled widely and took the piece of paper. “Thanks, Misty,” she whispered and lay her head back on the woman’s shoulder.
Misty stood up and walked out of the room. She stopped at the Alpha’s office door and lightly knocked as she opened the door and walked in. “Richard, you will need to get that girl a therapist. If she c
