Journey for justice
Feb 27, 2020
3 minutes
Kristy Bond, 30, South Yorkshire
Sitting in my usual seat, I felt the bus come to a halt.
Every day, I followed the same route. Past shops, the same buildings, the schools, I knew each bump and bend of those roads.
That’s how I knew, without even looking up, exactly where I was. I mean, how could I forget?
This stop, the house next to it, it’s where everything changed for me.
It was February 2017 and,
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