Standing in front of my grandmother and mother, my hopes evaporated and rendered me speechless. I felt adults were not to be trusted no matter how gentle their words and sympathetic their eyes. If I was able to remember who I was before the Community, I might have thrown myself at my grandmother’s feet. But I was no longer that girl. Breaking the spell and her assault of questions, Grandma straightened and asked, “What’s wrong with this child? What happened to my granddaughter?”
