This week, I found myself thinking about the many daily fights we have that take their toll on us.

We fight for time and for recognition. We fight for our beliefs. We fight against injustice.

And sometimes we fight just to survive. In those contexts, more often than not, the word implies a struggle against

overwhelming odds, a battle for something we desperately need, but seems just out of grasp.

It's funny how that works. Something we're so sure of, held tightly, we're confident in,

can slip into a grip so fragile that we don't know if we'll ever reach it again. In our case this week, the same could be said for a life.

A young woman, born into a world seemingly designed to break her, fought every single day. She fought for warmth, for food,

for safety, and for love. She tasted moments of it, fleeting and precious, only to have it

ripped away. Her life was a relentless struggle. While tragic, her life was also a brutal testament to the human spirit's capacity for endurance.

In our case this week, even in death, her fight continues through the relentless efforts of a daughter that she never truly knew.

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I'm Welcome to coffee and cases where we like our coffee hot and our cases cold.

My name is Allison Williams.

And my name is Maggie Damran.

We will be telling stories each week in the hopes that someone out there

with any information concerning the cases will take those tips to law enforcement, so justice

and closure can be brought to these families. With each case, we encourage you to continue in the

conversation on our Facebook page, Coffee in Cases podcast, because, as we all know, conversation

helps to keep the missing person in the

public consciousness, helping keep their memories alive. So sit back, sip your coffee,

and listen to what's brewing this week. To start our show this week, I wanted to extend my

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