It was still dark outside when we pulled into the parking lot. My morning coffee hadn’t quite kicked in yet as I stumbled into the small, brightly lit waiting room of a non-profit organization that works with survivors of domestic violence on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. As I looked around, I was surprised to see how many people had shown up. The room was filled with women waiting for an immigration consultation. Some made eye contact with us and smiled kindly. Others looked anxious and kept their heads down. They all had suffered greatly and were looking for some relief.