She was dead, unable to cross over, though. The protests and candle-light vigils had ended. The monsters that had caused her death had not been sentenced, yet. The headlines screamed of another gang rape. However, people were not as affected as last time. Life had gone back to normal. People had moved on. She should, too.
Note: I am hoping, praying and begging that events do not unfold the way I describe in my Flash Fiction…..but past experience makes me pessimistic. 😦