I walk into the job expecting to find broken souls and death. I don’t expect to leave with my newest obsession.
The tiny woman who survived torment and terrors others don’t want to imagine. She curls into my arms like a delicate little orchid but she’s strong. So much has been taken from her, because I failed. And by God I’ll get it back. Because I fell for her that first night when I took her away from the place where she’d been left to die.
The girl who won’t say anything, except to give me her name. The girl I love, who may never be able to love me back.
