There’s a wooden cupboard against one wall and a container with odds and ends in the corner. A black plastic toy motorcycle is on its side in the doorway.

Nothing else.

“She can’t fall asleep there anymore,” says Baloyi’s older sister, Lebo*.

One night, about four months ago, in September, a stranger came into the room where Angela and her younger brother Musa used to sleep every night and switched off the lights. She felt a knife against her throat.

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