On the nights Wa-Das Crowle manages to sleep, television cartoons play through the night. The distant flicker and indiscernible voices turn down the volume of her fears: Of enemies real and perceived. Of herself. Of the self-destruction that waits if her vigilance wanes.
On the other nights, when she can’t slow her mind, a lingering symptom of the trauma she endured as a sex trafficking victim, she must move.
Learn more at J. David McSwane’s Herald-Tribune article: Sex trafficking revisited, along with a ‘Stolen One’.