Abigail began a meticulous inspection of all the papers in the box. They were all very old papers, she could tell by the dates. Some even had official date stamps from government facilities such as welfare offices.
There was also a copy of a police report. In fact, there were quite a few police reports. One report in particular was made for the abuse and neglect of a small boy aged eight by the same name Dominic Hill. All the reports were for the same boy.
There were also some medical reports for a broken arm and mild concussion. The more papers Abigail read, the more she felt sick to her stomach. Whoever the boy Dominic Hills had been, he had gone through a hell of a childhood.
Abigail was a student of social work and this was right up her alley. She knew the effects such trauma wou
