"N-n-n-no.  I r-r-ran when m-m-my dad was h-h-hitting my mom.  I a-a-always l-l-left the h-house when h-h-he g-g-got mad.  It w-w-was l-like I f-f-fell asleep after m-my mom s-s-stopped...screaming."  Sarah stopped looking out the window.  She knew who had done it.  She had asked Mr. S Man to save her, and he had.  Sarah wasn't crying for her father.  Even at 10, some dark part of her was glad he was dead.  She was crying for what her dad did to her mom, and was worried she wouldn't have a home anymore.