Cassie had woken up, thinking it would be a day like any other. She'd put on her uniform, such that it was, tying her white apron around her waist and making sure her pens all worked, then slipping her thin arms into a cardigan she'd bought at a thrift store that looked like it had been knitted by a human and not a machine. It was one of her favorite finds, and she wore it almost every day since the AC in the little greasy spoon diner where she worked tended to make her feel like it was warmed in the walk in cooler.
She'd been at the diner when the call had come in to her cell phone. It seemed the social worker who'd over seen her case had been contacted by someone from the church they belonged to and had taken her to when she'd been younger and still a ward of the state. She hadn't actually talked to the social worker in years, other than getting a 'congrats you survived the foster system' Christmas card every year. Lucky her, she was a success story.
Anyway, the social worker had been asked by someone at this church of theirs to get in contact with her, and she was intrigued enough to let agree to a meeting.
When she arrived at the building and gave her name to the kindly older man at the door, he'd nodded and led her back to this heavy looking door, then left her there with a smile. There was nothing for it but to knock, she supposed. So that's what she dead, her knuckles making a soft thud against the wood door, then waiting to see what sort of response she'd get.