The little girl with black hair and soulless eyes appears in front of me. Silent tears fall down her cheeks, but she’s not speaking. She’s not doing anything. She just stands there in her torn collar and dirty dress. Help me. Save me. Free me. She doesn’t have to say the words for me to feel them. She’s always been there; she’s the constant shadow on my shoulder. And now, I have to get justice, for her. For me.
