Child of Humanity

My name was Allyson Owens. It isn't anymore, but it was back then. I was a daughter. I was a sister. Most importantly, I was supposed to be a friend. By the time I realized that I wasn't, it was too late. This is the story of how we not only failed those we swore to protect, but how, in our darkest moments, when we fell into shadows that we couldn't see, we had to be shown the light. This is not a story to be repeated. I ask that you make certain it never is.