We passed through hallways adorned with family memories. They tell the story of the three that lived here once. In them a young girl, dressed modestly, always to the left, half smiles. A man, always center, seems either tired or off balance. His arm around his wife, with her child's smile. At the end of the hall is what we came for, a video on a cellphone. 

"This was your room?"

She nods.

"Why choose me to help?"

She points to my arms before fading away again. 

I play the video to hear "You made me do this honey. Honey?..."