They told her she was lucky to be fed. Sarah grew up in a village house where meals were something other people ate at a table she was never invited to. Her uncle’s temper had a schedule. Her aunt looked away. At sixteen she ran into the bush to escape a beating. She woke up in a home of white gowns, silent halls and rules enforced by a woman who never raised her voice. It took two years for Sarah to learn what happened to the girls who turned eighteen. She escaped the week she was meant to be sold no papers, no family, no idea what the outside world was. Then one night, desperate for food and a place to wash she followed a home. Six weeks later she is holding a pregnancy test on the floor of a bathroom in a flat she doesn’t own. The older woman who took her in is the person who has ever held her. Four years on Sarah works night shifts at a bar where every man believes a girl like her is easy to take. Her three-year-old daughter is the reason she gets up. Then Daniel, a year younger a university student from a loving, well-off family steps between her and a man twice his size and asks for nothing in return. Daniel has never known hunger. Her daughter loves him. Sarah is terrified of how she wants him too because loving him means telling him the truth. She has spent her life believing the people who learn it will leave. When his parents offer her money to disappear she has to decide whether she is worth more, than any price anyone has ever put on her. Some people are born into love. Sarah will have to learn it.