"That’s just great. Well, has the mother said anything?"

"Nothing," he said as the elevator doors opened, he took us down the hall to Kristen, the social worker’s, office.

"What do you mean nothing," I said as we sat, waiting for Kristen.

"Just that, nothing. She identified herself as the mother and has since not spoken a word. We’ve had child services speak to her, interregators, our resident psychiatrist, not a word. We know nothing about her, where she lives, how old she is. Nothing. We’re waiting on her to get processed and her finger prints to give us information."

"Hey Bette, Tina, so sorry to keep you waiting this place is going insane. There are people here trying to get a look at the child, and you. People are so damned nosey."

"It’s ok Kristen, so what’s the situation," I ask, I’m feeling very nervous.

"Well, someone leaked the information about you, and the baby. Cassandra is having all her nurses checked out by management. Whomever talked will be punished, it’s illegal to conceil any information pertaining to patients."

"I understand but what about the baby?"

"He will be discharged and sent to social services and be placed in a foster home."

"That’s why we were here, we’d like to foster him in hopes of adopting him."

"As of right now, that’s not looking too good. Too much press surrounding this, we have to think of his safety. And now that his mother has come forth we have to think about sticking him with family."

"You wouldn’t think of giving him back to her, would you," Tina asked, anger and annoyance taking her over.

"Oh no Tina, we’d never allow that. There are ways of giving a child up, annoymously without legal reprocussions. The options are leaving them at fire or police stations, hospitals, churches or adoption agencies. But she chose the worst possible way, so we’d never allow her to retain custody, he’d go to an mother, grandmother or some other blood relative."

"Oh, well I guess that’s good," Tina said, her hopes crushed.

"I know it’s hard. You both have bonded with him. If there was anyway, I’d certainly write a letter of reccomendation."

"We know, thanks."

"Yes, come in," Kristen said after hearing a knock on the door. A police officer came in and whispered something in officer John’s ear. He looks shocked and nods his head.

"She’s talking, and she’s asking for you."