She was just 34 and grew up down the street in a typical white bread, suburban neighborhood and had made it for a while out of "the life" as a sex-trafficking victim. She was everyone's sister, daughter and perhaps one day would have been someone spouse and mother. She was beautiful and precious to her family and friends. But like too many others she looked to soothe her pain and her shaming by those who had paid to rape her for money. All that is left now is a headstone in Connecticut graveyard.