I was only seven when I first met Eva. She stood at the front of the classroom, pale and petrified, clutching her hands as our teacher introduced her. There was something about her—something that pulled me towards her immediately. Maybe it was the sadness that lingered in her eyes, or her oversized, second-hand clothes, or the shoes so tight they pinched with every step. Whatever it was, I knew I had to be her friend. It’s ironic that her one simple mistake at the age of sixteen contributed to turning our lives upside down. How was it that one single act of kindness exposed a web of inconceivable deceit, so mind-blowing, it was impossible to comprehend What would you do if you discovered a secret so shocking that you no longer knew who you were? How far would you go to protect the people you loved?
I was only seven when I first met Eva. She stood at the front of the classroom, pale and petrified, clutching her hands as our teacher introduced her. There was something about her—something that pulled me towards her immediately. Maybe it was the sadness that lingered in her eyes, or her oversized, second-hand clothes, or the shoes so tight they pinched with every step. Whatever it was, I knew I had to be her friend. It’s ironic that her one simple mistake at the age of sixteen contributed to turning our lives upside down. How was it that one single act of kindness exposed a web of inconceivable deceit, so mind-blowing, it was impossible to comprehend What would you do if you discovered a secret so shocking that you no longer knew who you were? How far would you go to protect the people you loved?