one night in the spring of 2011, I did not lock the door. Then, for a whole weekend, I did not lock the door. “Why aren’t you locking the door?” she asked me. “I trust you. I love you. You can come into the house.” “No, it’s okay, I’m happy here.”
After years being conditioned to captivity her poor mind probably can't even comprehend trying to escape and face the outside word.
