Knox
I'm standing at the back of the shop, arms crossed, watching.
I've been here for every meeting. Same spot, same position. Close enough to help if something goes wrong, far enough back that the girls don't feel watched.
Tonight, there are eleven of them in the circle.
Eleven girls who shouldn't have to be here.
But they are.
And Sam—Sam is in the center of it all, holding space for their pain like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Jenna is talking about going back to school.
"I'm terrified," she says, her voice shaking. "I keep thinking... what if people know? What if they look at me and they can tell?"
"Tell what?" Lily asks gently.
"That I'm broken."
The words hit me like a punch to the chest.
Broken.
I remember thinking that. Feeling that. When Hank's crew found
