When the justice system offers you up as collateral damage, sometimes love is the only form of justice.
Charli looked like your average kid. You couldn't tell the difference between her and any other 12-year-old, except you'd mostly catch her walking with her head down, staring at her shoes, with her hands shoved in her pockets. But if you looked closer...past the dirty blond hair and deep into her eyes, you'd see an orphan living in one of the most horrific situations you could ever imagine.
Kindra was a 30-year-old home health aide stumbling through life, carrying the weight of PTSD on her back from an attack some years prior. She wasn't living, she wasn't thriving, she was surviving at best. But if you felt into her heart, you'd know how deeply she wanted to just be ok and make a difference.
Life was what it was for these two until a chance meeting changed the course of both of their lives.
