There were certain stories that haunted and informed me before and during our ordeal.  The story of a young girl being stolen from her own bedroom on threat of death, pain, her family’s destruction is so effacing.

The knowledge of her rape and torment, the lost and broken days is more heartbreaking.  I wish this were like a scene in a movie and each day were a paper or a dollar bill blown out by a strong wind and we could all gather around her and grab them back for her, order them for her, take years of her life and smooth them out in an orderly stack and return them to her,

unharmed…