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It was wonderfully awkward walking into her office to fill out the paperwork. This beautiful, confident young lady knew I was coming so she greeted me warmly while maintaining all the professionalism we expect from someone in her position. As she took my information, I marveled at how far she’s come since that terrible night last winter when she and her children, with the help of law enforcement, finally fled their abuser. “How is your new apartment?” I ask. Her face lit u