
Two years passed. The girl—now a young woman of twenty—stood before a crowd of nearly five hundred people at a youth conference in a neighboring state. The auditorium was packed with teenagers who'd been dragged there by parents, youth pastors, or their own fragile hope. She recognized the look in their eyes. She'd worn that same look herself not so long ago: boredom masking fear, rebellion hiding pain.
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