Do you like a story without an ending?I certainly don't but the Nowhere Girl has to live it, caught in the morass of abuse by those determined to protect her brutal father because of a gender biased reaction to being outed by a woman. They call it lack of evidence because it's her word against his, denying the clearly apparent effect of being groomed for years to be his toy and the huge volume of other substantiation such as his perjury, his admissions and his drug abuse records.They call it unreliable evidence because he drugged her stupid, living in a haze of craving and pharmaceutical bliss, with remnants of memories replacing any certainty she was in control of her life.She lost faith in those who were supposed to protect her:The police who's major skillset was to avoid doing anything that did not fall into their lap;The Courts who reduced everything until they converted it into classifications that fitted their models and acted on that skeleton as if it was her;The Independent Children's Lawyer who was so busy protecting her interests he didn't have the time to ask her what they might be nor to supply the Court with what he was vigorously neglecting;The Family Assessors, very good at charging and writing reports about someone, not her, because their portrayal bore little resemblance;The lawyers who were comfortable in a legal process they helped create that had themselves talking to themselves and charging a fortune to do it;The Office of Child Safety that was not interested, despite several mandatory reports, because she was now inaccessible after her mother discovered what her mongrel husband was doing to their children.And now that the Nowhere Girl is nineteen, she can initiate her own legal circus.She can do that.Really, she can.