Jimena arrived at the hospital, and when she entered the room, she found Courtney lost in her thoughts and in tears. She approached and hugged her tightly.

"I know it's tough, but I'm here to support you."

Courtney had pronounced dark circles under her eyes; she hadn't slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, the nightmare repeated itself like a video playing on a loop.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jimena," a weak voice struggled to come out of her throat.

"Just call me Jimena, dear. The doctor informed me that they'll discharge you in three days. I want to suggest that you come with me to a children's home. I'm the director there, and those kids can help you cope with your pain unless you have another place to go."

"I'll be a burden there. I am nothing now. I don't know what to do with what's left of me." She hadn't stopped crying since the assault; her heart was shattered by pain, and her body still showed signs of her misfortune.

"Don't say that! You are a strong girl, and you'll get thro