Christa sat behind her desk and stared at the file before her. It belonged to a first grader by the name of Joanna McCoy, who had shown great aptitude on several tests the school gave at the beginning of each school year. The little girl was smart but also seemed withdrawn at times, which was way her teacher had brought it to Christa's attention
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He'd moved away from the family home, a way away from it. Close enough to see Joanna on occasion, but far enough to not be around things that reminded him of Jocelyn. The home he had wasn't anything to brag about, considering how much he had lost in the divorce, but it had a spare room for the rare times Jocelyn let him have Joanna for the evening, so they could have real father/daughter time together.
He'd taken the afternoon from work to go to the meeting at the school. He'd heard Jocelyn wouldn't be there so had jumped at the chance to be there for his daughter, for whatever it was he was needed for. He waited outside the room until he was told to enter, hovering by the door for a brief moment before fully entering.
"You asked ta see me?"
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"I ain't just sayin', but she's a Daddy's girl. We don't get ta spend much time together anymore." Maybe it was that. He didn't know.
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"Do you think her mother would allow you to see her more? We could try that first and if spending more time with you doesn't help, we can maybe have the school therapist speak to her," she suggested.
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