@artcflyingâ ;; liked for a song
So we open our eyes at midnight, see the setting of the sun
Foundation is crumbling, the inner structures gone
Used up by corruption and the passage of time
We hope weve got some fight left
'Cause our children, our children are dying
( without a shot - john mellencamp )
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        Nothing tore at Annalise the way child abuse cases did. She generally avoided them at all costs, but she hadnât gone into this one expecting there to be a little girlâs life hanging in the balance. It started with just a woman, a client, showing up saying that there were women locked in her basement and she needed help, and ended with Annalise screaming at the woman, âDonât you see how corrupted this is? Your child is dying! Tell me where she is!â And then Annalise was sitting on a bench at the police station, time passing by slowly, long past the setting of the sun.Â
Suddenly they brought her in, a little girl covered in dirt, eyes wide, innocent, clutching to the hand of a police officer.Â
It wasnât particularly that Annalise couldnât leave, more that she stayed on principle, waiting to see if the little girl was alive. Annalise stood up slowly, the urge to get a drink pressing heavily on her mind, but she was fairly certain that the exhaustion was evident on her face and she probably shouldnât be doing any extra driving.