Mary pulled into the neighborhood in 45 minutes. She had a frown on her face as she looked left and right as she drove down the streets. The houses were all one-story and looked rundown like they could collapse any second if there was an earthquake. Mary had grown up in an affluent family and had never seen such a sketchy looking neighborhood.
She parked on the street, near the supposed house that her foster son grew up. Before getting out, she decided to call Doug Duncan, their social worker liaison. "Doug...are you sure you sent me the right address?"
"It's not what you expected?" He asked, sounding slightly distracted. "Jake's mother didn't have a job. She lived off welfare and god knows how she was able to afford alcohol. With her money going to the house and the bills that came with it, it's not surprising that she had starved Jake. No money, no food."
Mary sighed. "Right. Well, I'm here. You said someone already bought the house right?"
