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Once a Family

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2019
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Hiding information was classic behavior for someone being abused. With her near-perfect features, Talia didn’t look as if she’d taken any blows to the face. But that was more typical than not, too. A lot of abusers kept their blows to parts of the body that could be covered. Hidden.

“Has anyone touched you...sexually?” An officer would ask more bluntly. And with Talia’s age, if they didn’t find her family, the police were going to be called in. That was a given.

“No.” Talia met her gaze fully on that one.

Satisfied that the teenager was telling the truth, Sedona asked, “How long ago was the abuse?”

Another shrug was her only response.

“A week? Two weeks? A year?”

“A month. Maybe. And then last week.”

Okay. So... “What brought you here today?”

According to Lila, Talia had called from a public phone that morning and been picked up by a staff member not far from a nearby bus stop. “I was talking to...someone...who told me about this place and this morning I had a chance to get on a bus without anyone knowing.”

“On a bus from where?”

“Where I live.”

“Where do you live?”

The girl frowned. “I thought this was a safe place. Where people who had to hide wouldn’t be found.”

“It is,” Sedona assured her. “But the people here have to know who you are, they have to know the particulars of your situation, or they can’t help you. This isn’t a runaway haven, Talia. It’s a shelter for victims of domestic violence.”

The girl’s chin was nearly on her chest, but she looked up at Sedona. “I know.” The words were soft. And not the least belligerent or defensive.

And nothing like the tone one might expect from someone as fashionably perfect and seemingly confident as Talia’s appearance implied.

“Are you a victim of domestic violence?” If not, Sedona would still see to it that the girl got help. Just not at The Lemonade Stand.

“Yes.”

The answer was unequivocal. Which satisfied Sedona’s first concern. Between her, Lila and Sara Havens, one of the shelter’s full-time counselors, chances were they’d get the rest of the information they needed to be able to help their mystery child.

To be most effective, to represent the girl’s best interests and to see that all of her rights were properly respected, Sedona needed answers before the police were called.

“Then we’ll help you, but we have to know who hurt you, Talia. We have to know where you live and what you’re running from. We have to know your real name.”

“I don’t want you to tell the police.”

“Why not?”

Talia looked at the floor again, where her sandaled feet sported perfectly manicured toes. “Because.”

“That’s not good enough. Are you afraid that if we go to the police whoever’s abusing you is going to know where you are? Because you don’t have to worry about that. I promise you. The police are our friends here. They will protect your location as vigorously as we do.”

“What happens to me if I don’t answer your questions? What if I don’t tell you who I am?”

“We still call the police. You’re a juvenile on the run. We can’t let you just leave here on your own.”

“Maybe I lied about my age.”

“Did you?”

Talia gave her a hard look. A determined one. And then her entire demeanor changed. Her chin dropped and she shook her head. “But I need a little time to think,” she said. “If you call the police they’ll take me away, won’t they?”

“It depends,” she said. “Child protective services could be called. Someone would be assigned to you. Once everyone figures out what’s going on and what’s in your best interest, decisions will be made.”

“And what about you? Do you have anything to do with this?”

Sedona was careful about the cases she took. Because, based on her clients’ emotional states, she had to be able and willing to stay with them for the long haul. Her assistance was needed when a woman’s deepest trust had been abused. In a big way. Her clients were victims. Injured. Vulnerable. She had to be able to go the distance....

“I’m willing to represent you, free of charge,” she said, already aware that Talia, while well dressed and expensively groomed, had less than a hundred dollars on her person. “Whatever happens, I’ll be by your side, making certain that, legally, you will get the best care.”

“What are my chances of getting to stay here?”

“It’s a possibility, depending on the facts.” She wasn’t telling what those were. Or giving any hint. The troubled teen was in survival mode and clearly not above lying to save herself if she knew the right things to say. Lila had asked Talia if she had a cell phone. The question was common practice at The Lemonade Stand after one resident’s abuser found her through a downloadable tracking app he’d placed on her phone.

In response to her question, Talia had produced an old flip phone that was out of battery charge and couldn’t be turned on. The phone was so old Lila didn’t even have a charger that would fit.

“They said you’re a lawyer.” Talia’s gaze was solemn—and searching.

“That’s right.”

“And you deal with this kind of thing all the time.”

“I do.”

“Will the people here get in trouble if they let me stay just one night? Until I figure out what to do?”

There were rules. And there were circumstances.

“I might be able to get you one night. But only because it’s late in the day and we know that the chances of getting you to social services are slim. We could determine that it’s better for you to stay here than to spend the night in jail, which is where, as a runaway, you could end up.”

Because Talia didn’t display any overt signs of abuse. No broken bones. No bruises or scars—at least of a physical nature.

“But you won’t be free to leave,” she added.

“I don’t want to leave.” Talia sat up. “I just want to make certain that my... That no one can make me leave here.”

The girl’s desperation to stay at the shelter—clearly not a cool hangout for kids her age—helped convince Sedona to fight for her.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she said. “But only with your understanding that if by tomorrow morning you haven’t told me who you are and what this is about, I will have you turned over to the police.”

Talia didn’t flinch. “I understand.”
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