May 9, 2017:
When she was seventeen she traded sex for shelter.
She'd tell the men, "I'll let you fuck me if you let me sleep in your bed tonight." A warm bed was better than cold concrete.
She's had four years of incremental recovery. Work, school, life on her own, taking care of her doggy and her cat. Boyfriends, girlfriends: ultimately alone by decision. Right now that's simpler.
In an emergency I helped her with rent.
We've never had sex.