"I'm fine; it doesn't hurt," Mya said, trying not to worry Madelyn. Mya's hands were once delicate and soft. After a few challenging years, they bore several burn scars and had become rough.

Kevin approached, "Ms. Jent, we need to leave; it's late."

Then, a police officer approached Mya, "We need you to testify about the suspect. Could you come with us to the station?"

Mya nodded, "Okay. Madelyn, I'm heading out."

Madelyn replied, "Take care."

Mya hesitated, "I'm nervous about going alone,