“I was only ten years old the night my stepfather came into my room,” Carolina said during a restorative justice session in Medellín. Her voice trembled in a way that tightened the air around us, as if the memory itself were still present in the room. She stared at the floor while describing how he threatened her into silence and how she froze, hoping someone would come, even though she already knew no one would. The next morning, she told her mother because she believed love meant protection, but instead her mother slapped her and accused her of lying. That moment carved a wound deeper than the abuse itself, bec…

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