As Rebecca lay there, bloodied and bruised, I wanted to chase after her father and give him just a taste of what he’d done to my best friend. To his daughter. How dare he? What had she done to deserve it? Yet, she lay, barely breathing in the dark room, curled up like an infant without tears; unable to hate.
Despite the abuse for Rebecca, and the accident for Amy, and my own demons begging for redemption, something within us knew that one day, somehow, it would be made right.
And it was.