I don’t think she liked being anywhere. She had been sent back to Juvenile Hall on two different occasions for probation violations, short stints in lockup before being sent to a placement facility that was basically not much different from the one before. Eventually, she put her head down. This girl didn’t show tears, and I let her have her space, but she didn’t cry. She wasn’t lashing out, though, and you have no idea how big a step that was for her. I walked away, I let her have her moment.