The night the train crash Susan did not cry. Neither the days and weeks after it. As they told her, that her family was dead there where no tears. She didn´t even shed a tear as they buried them in the ground. For months Susan was frozen, like a piece of ice. She went on like nothing had happened.

She would rise in the morning, hide her face under layers of make-up and go out to as many social events as possible. And should she happen to come across people taking about her, calling her "as cold as a fish with a heart of stone" she would turn away and think about other things.

But one day, something happened to change it all. It began with her being woken up by a crash outside. Half asleep she heard the angry shouts of a man´s voice a slap and then a child crying. Susan got up and went to look out of the window. On the pavement sat a little girl, crying, his school things scattered around her. Holding a hand to her cheek. Even from the her bedroom Susan could a red mark forming there. She also saw a man, a good way down the street by now, riding away on a bicycle. If you asked her later she would not have known why, she did not even know why she did it back then, but a few moments later, Susan had pulled something over her sleeping gone, shoes at her feet and was outside, trying to help this girl. She did not know, that this one moment, this impulse to help, would lead to something, that would soon shatter her world, change her whole being and turn her live around. No, she did not now, that helping this little girl was the beginning of something, that would leave her in the end as an better woman than she ever was.