I looked around the stark cell. A solid block doubled as a single bed. There was no electricity or fresh air. A tiny window sat behind external bars, with no curtain. To all intents and purposes, I was in a prison cell. When Joni found out she was going to live in Beechwood Children's Home, she thought it would be a welcome escape from her father's violent beatings. But she soon learned she was in for an even worse hell. Every day...