“Hope is a waste of fucking time,” Bitter said. “It doh matter if we at the school—you know how many kids they never find? How many girls like me just…disappear because someone selling them? Is like we get a life jacket and then you still know there’s people out there drowning and you just sitting on a boat watching them drown and you remember what the drowning was like but you cyah bring yourself to go back.” She shook her head. “It doh matter. We cyah make all of us safe, and unless all of us are safe, none of us are safe.”
