Lena would have fallen victim to a monster, some creature whose gruesomeness would have been apparent kilometres away. Against something like that she wouldn’t have stood a chance. But the picture in my hand doesn’t depict a that, it depicts a someone, a human being. A man who could have lived in our neighbourhood. Could have been one of my clients. Someone who could have been a lawyer or a car mechanic. A man who could have appeared at our front door to pick Lena up for a date and I would have wished them a nice evening.
There are no monsters. And nobody looks like them either.
