Behind closed doors lie secrets that are ready to unfold. Secrets that only the strongest women can hold. Throughout life we have been asked can you keep a secret? This secret cuts through deeper than a slit on the wrist.
Picture this a white room with four empty walls. Those many nights her cries and pleads echoed off the walls. She would lay there helpless as she asked God why me? He, this man wiped his hands, but they were anything but clean. After so many years her silence still remains a mystery.