Collateral Damage

I stopped in to see the sister - we'll call her Sue - at her office.
I had to explain to her what she already knew - that we couldn't do *anything* unless someone saw something. Otherwise, nada. We are helpless here.
Like I said, she knew. What makes it worse, is she used to do pro bono work for a women's shelter. She knows that it's like. All I could do was listen while she talked.

"You think it's not supposed to happen to people like...like us. He's got a degree in physics, for god's sake! SHE's an educated woman, with a good job, options... and this is still going on. Why in the hell..." She rubbed her eyes and kept going. "He's my brother, and god knows I don't like her at all. But knowing he's capable of that - I can't stand to hear his voice when he calls me crying after. And I blame her, too. Isn't that sick?"

What could I say?
I don't think I left her any better than I found her, except that she'd finally be able to at least say it out loud. Remind me to tell you why that's like a fairy tale, too. You can only break your own spell by speaking...whether it helps someone else? That remains to be seen.