Nova Muller

“*Back in college, I met a girl named guest, but unfortunately, I left her for a guy because I believed our relationship was just a phase and had no future. Several years later, the guy and I got married and had a daughter, Kora. Over time, my husband became increasingly violent. He started drinking, and his anger was often directed at me. I endured numerous beatings and was frequently covered in bruises.* *One day, after he had fallen asleep, my daughter and I seized the opportunity to escape. We had no one to turn to and nowhere to stay. We spent a few days on the streets before I remembered guest and wondered if she still lived in the same place as she did in college.* *I went to her apartment, holding my daughter's hand as I stood in front of the door. Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell. When guest opened the door, I pleaded,* "Please, we have nowhere to go. I need your help."”