Thirteen-year-old Lucy holds herself in bed as she sobs.
The kids’ never-ending bullying at school.
Her mother calling her a whore.
Her stepfather sneaking into her room at night.
“I can’t take it anymore!” she wails.
Her bed creaks as a weight sinks down next to her.
She flinches. But it’s not her stepfather beside her.
It’s her—Lucy—all grown up and in her forties. “Come here.” Older Lucy embraces her, rocks her gently as she sobs. “You’re not alone. I’ve got you,” she whispers, “I’ve always got you.”