A car door opened and a lanky teenage boy got out. He reached into the back seat to retrieve a duffle bag. He shut the door and stood on the sidewalk and watched his grandfather pull out of the parking lot and turn onto the highway heading south. This teenager had no one else to live with. He glanced at the social worker standing in front of him and then down at his shoes. After listening to her for a moment, he hunched his shoulders and followed her into the brick building.