She cannot always tell you what happened. That is also what happened.

She was crying by the road after a fight with her mother when the woman came and offered her work. She went. When her father found out later, he told her: nobody asked you to go with that woman. Her father is a police officer. He knows exactly how accountability works in this country and what it takes to use it. He chose not to.

She worked in two houses in Faisalabad. Her day ran from 6:30 in the morning to near midnight. When visitors came to either house, she was kept out of sight. They called her naukrani — servant — as though that was the full extent of her. She was beaten when the work was not good enough. The money went to her parents. She kept almost none of it.

At night, in secret, she taught herself to read. Class 1, 2, 3 — books found in the house, studied alone after the family slept. She did not tell anyone. In a house that made her invisible, she was quietly deciding that she was not only what they made her.

Then they threw a mirror at her head. She lost consciousness. Her parents were called. The doctor said they had arrived just in time. She has visible scarring on her face. She has been through more institutions than she can name in sequence — Sargodha, Faisalabad, Gujranwala, now Lahore. Her parents do not know she is here.

When she recovered enough to speak, her father threatened the employers with legal consequences. The employers offered to pay her medical bills and make it go away. Her father — a police officer, a man with institutional access to the very system he was threatening them with — accepted. He called them generous. No case was ever filed.

The impunity did not require the employers to be powerful. It only required her father to decide that letting go was simpler than holding on.

Sana's interview is the most difficult of the six. Her timeline shifts. Her figures do not always add up. She contradicts herself without seeming to notice. Some of this is what happens when a person moves through too many institutions in too short a time. Some of it is what happens when the people who were supposed to protect you have spent years teaching you that your account of things is not reliable — that you went there yourself, that you are the confused one, that it was your fault for going with that woman.