"If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to continue to do it," Sara replies soberly. "I see people on the worst days of their lives, and it is my job to help them make sense of it, or at least give them closure. But it is difficult seeing the devastation day after day..."

She trails off, remembering the despair on the faces of that one girl's parents. 15, gunned down in front of her home, for daring to go and report her rape. Such waste...