And then she noticed his eyes. They were intense, and she knew instantly that he saw her—not the nearly naked body the mob looked upon nor the frightened girl groveling in guilt and shame. No! He saw her! He saw the little girl, the bruised, battered, betrayed, exploited, misunderstood, and vilified little girl hiding behind years of bad choices, broken promises, and self-hatred. He saw the little girl inside longing to be loved, desperate to be whole—he saw her!