DEC. 22, 2014
Sunlight and the sound of traffic from Fort Hamilton Parkway streamed through the windows of Beata Bien’s second-floor studio apartment on a recent morning in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. The rays illuminated the tears in her green eyes and the pink Hello Kitty decorations adorning the small room.
“Things happened so fast,” she said, her bright smile fading. “From last year to this year, I didn’t have time just to sit down and think about what happened.”
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