For a brother and sister who were abused,
it was a treehouse deep in the woods.

For a girl who did not wish to marry,
it was a convent.

For a young man who wanted to escape poverty,
it was the Navy.

For a young woman who feared her father,
it was a much older man.

For a man wrongfully accused,
it was somewhere in Belize.

For a wife looking to be lost,
it was an Amish farm.

For a husband whose wife had died,
it was after-hours at the office.

And for a mother going through post-partum,
it was somewhere deep inside herself.