HIS NEIGHBOR WOULDN’T STOP REPORTING THE SOUND OF A GIRL CRYING INSIDE HIS HOUSE—THEN HE HID BENEATH HIS DAUGHTER’S BED AND HEARD HER PLEAD FOR SOMEONE TO SPARE HER
Thomas attended one of her community talks when she was twenty-eight.
He sat in the back, older now, hair more gray than black, hands still rough from work but slower. Lucia stood at the front of a school auditorium and told a room full of parents:
