That moment of recognition took Carole back to a chapter in her own life she’d tried so hard to close. A time when she, too, was a little kid, making similar hand signals in a crowded room, silently pleading for someone to notice, to understand her silent cries for help. But back then, no one did.
She had seen it during a show on television, and it had stuck with her. Carole stared at her hands and held her thumb tucked into her palm, her fingers folding over it, symbolically trapping her thumb. She still remembered it. And she had remembered it the day she first saw it on television. It was the signal for help. She knew then she would need it one day, and indeed, she did…