I stand in my office, the quietness sinking in as I stare at the door she had just gone through. Though she is a little calmer, or at least seemed like it once she saw another woman, I can still hear her quiet sobs as they walk down the hallway. It claws at me and at parts that I haven’t realized still exist.

Honestly, I expected her to be fearful, resistant, and maybe even a little defiant, but I never expected to see her break down like this. She was shaking and nearly on the verge of ...