They locked me, a nine-year-old girl, on the porch during a recent blizzard, everything around me covered in white snow. My feet were blue. I was whispering goodbye to myself, the words freezing before they left my lips. The door behind me was still locked. Inside, I could hear their laughter. Then a long black car, blacker than the night, pulled up. A man I had never seen before stepped out, his coat heavy. He looked at me, his voice sharp as steel. “No child begs for warmth while I still breat