Southside Coffee- Barista
 
 Peaches ‘N Clean Services- Custodial Services
 
 History
 
 She lives with her friend, Adeline Monroe, who as far as I can tell is the closest thing she has to family. They met in foster care when Ms. Monroe was placed at MacArthur Children’s Home with Ms. Parilla. They’ve been living together ever since they both aged out of the system.
 
 I’ve attached any information I could find on Ms. Monroe as well.
 
 Personal Details
 
 Name:Adeline Marie MonroeEyes: Purple
 
 Sex: FemaleHair: Brown
 
 Race: CaucasianHeight: 5’2”
 
 Birthday: October 11,1997 Weight: 105 lbs
 
 Age: 22
 
 Family
 
 Arthur Monroe- Father (Deceased) May 23, 1977- November 3rd, 2004
 
 Melanie Monroe- Mother (Deceased) June 1st, 1978-November 3rd, 2004
 
 Parents were killed in a home invasion.
 
 No known living relatives.
 
 Placed in MacArthur Children’s Home in 2004.
 
 Career
 
 97thStreet Animal Shelter
 
 History
 
 Ms. Monroe has a brain tumor. Prognosis must not be good but without getting into her medical records I can’t know more. The only other thing I was able to find out is that Adaline’s insurance won’t cover the surgery.
 
 Wouldyou like me to keep digging?
 
 I rereadthe email three more times before I collapse back into my chair. Our poor girl. Struggling to keep afloat, working two jobs, and caring for her sick friend. She’s been carrying this around and dealing with it by herself. No wonder she never met us when we invited her out. She was busy working two jobs, trying to pay the bills.
 
 Aspen’s phone number is listed underneath her information and I quickly type it into my phone. We had given her our numbers weeks ago but she has never used them. I debate sending her a text but she would want to know how I got her number and I don’t want to tell her that I had one of my security friends dig into her and her friend.
 
 Flynn finds me still sitting in my chair staring at my computer screen an hour later and he can immediately tell that something is wrong.
 
 “What is it?” He asks urgently.
 
 I forward the email to him and wait while he reads through it.
 
 “Damn.” He says under his breath.
 
 “I know.” I say.
 
 “She must be so scared. To lose the only family she has. The only family she’s ever had.”