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Dedication
This is for all the women who have seen the worst of the world, picked yourselves up, and kept going. It isn't easy, and while others may not understand the struggle, it's real.
And for all the men who step back, make space, and understand that some pains are invisible. Sometimes, the best help you can give someone in need is simply a fresh start.
If you need help, please call one of the numbers on the next page. There is always a hero around when you need one!
National Domestic Violence Hotline
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OneAyla
The alert was spread quietly. For us, it was a soft tap on the door before Ms. Lawton poked her head in. Her greying blonde hair was up in a restrictively tight bun that pulled at the corners of her eyes. Eyes that jumped from bed to bed in our small room.
"Up, girls! The hunters are back and they have wounded."
Along the back wall, Meri groaned in protest even as she threw off her blankets.
"Now!" the matron snapped. "Or are their lives an inconvenience for you?"
"No, ma'am," I said quickly, knowing she wouldn't care who the answer came from. "We'll be ready before you wake the rest."
"Thank you, Ayla," Ms. Lawton said before shutting the door a little too firmly.
Yet the three of us were already moving. Beds were straightened. Nightshirts were pulled off and thrown over them. In a moment of coordinated chaos, the three of us found our day clothes and pulled them on without bumping or crashing into each other.
"Do you think she'll check to see if we folded our sleeping attire?" Callah asked.
