All I Saw Was “5…”

To The Woman in the SUV:

My heart is breaking for you; I’m still processing what I’ve seen. I can’t even begin to imagine what you were feeling this morning. Waking up, realizing it was, in fact, not a nightmare; it’s real. Putting your hand to your swollen face, your bruised forehead, your sliced cheek. I will never be able to forget what I saw, and it will forever haunt me that all I got from the license plate before he sped away was “5…”
I’m sorry I didn’t realize what was happening fast enough. Sitting at the red light next to you, I saw the vehicle jostling out of the corner of my eye. Once I looked through the drivers window, it took me about 3 seconds to realize what he was doing to you. Then I heard you scream for help. And just as I was beginning to act, the light turned green, he sped away with you, and all I saw was “5…”
I want you to know how sorry I am. How guilty I feel. As I sit here and reflect, I’m wondering if you’re safe. If you’ve found solace in a loved one, if you left and found a place to stay, if that was the first instance, if that would be the last, if there were children in the backseat.
I’ll never forget seeing your hand print on that window. 
I am praying for you every hour, every time you cross my mind. Precious girl, you are loved. You are unbreakable. Your worth is not in this relationship or in this monster of a human.
You are a child of the King. I’m sorry that I have failed you as a Sister. 
As someone with a Family Studies degree, I know a lot about IPV {intimate partner violence} but I have never witnessed it at a red light in a busy intersection. I didn’t know what to do; it all happened so fast.
I promise you, there are men out there who would treat you like the queen you are, and who would never lay a hand on you, except to protect you. Please know that the way he treats you is inexcusable, and that you deserve the world. There is healing, I promise, and I wish I could’ve played a role in helping you begin to receive it.
I wish I could be there with you to hug you, to sit with you, to love on you when words aren’t enough…there are no words for something like this.
You are brave. You are strong. You are capable. 
I am so sorry that this is happening to you.

Prayerfully yours,

Audra