Had a coworker that was going through some stuff when I started. On my fist day, she breaks down about her situation.

She and her husband had been extremely happy and decided to adopt. The kid turned out to be violently agtessive towards her. He’d tried stabbing her, burning her house down when she slept, etc. She told her husband she couldn’t live with the kid. He said he completely understood that she couldn’t live in that situation, and there was no way they could raise the kid in those circumstances.

So he filed for divorce. He said he’d agreed to take on the responsibility of raising the child and he couldn’t walk away.

“…so, I’m Chilie. I was told you had the key to the supply closet.”