Welcome to adult world, baby girl. Sabon rolled over in bed and stared out the window of her cheap apartment. Yes, foster care was over and yes, she had a job. It wasn't the best job in the world, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right? But things would get better--wouldn't they? She wasn’t especially looking forward to her first day in the bank, but there weren’t many job choices in rural Indiana. Entry level meant only one thing—boring and repetitive work and low pay.