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It was a quiet Saturday night. The ceiling fan whirled, sending cool, sweet air and a steady hum through the dark bedroom. On the floor were scattered articles of clothing, books, and shoes. The blinds covered the windows, guarding the room from the chrome glow of the street lamps. Across from the windows stood a stout dresser, its surface littered with bits of jewelry. A mirror hung above it, reflecting the drawn blinds and plain, white walls. The room’s door stood shut, a wooden guardian of the girl asleep in the bed across from it. She slept peacefully, buried under indigo sheets and blankets. Her head rested on a cozy pillow of the