The parable Jesus told for days like this

I read the story twice, hoping I had misread it the first time.

Amber Nadeem is thirteen. She is a Christian girl from the Faisalabad area of Pakistan. Last year, according to her family and their advocates, a Muslim man named Mohsin Liaqat took her, and what followed was the pattern that has swallowed so many girls before her: a claimed conversion, a claimed marriage, a piece of paper saying she chose it all.

On July 25, a sessions court judge in Faisalabad granted custody of Amber to the man accused of abducting her, and approved his bail. There was a court-ordered medical examination pending, the kind that establishes how old a girl actually is. The ruling did not wait for it. The judge accepted an affidavit instead, a document in which a thirteen-year-old, living under the roof of the man accused of taking her, affirms that she wants to be exactly where she is.

Her mother, Nadia Nadeem, said: "Our lives have been shattered since our child was taken from us."

I have been sitting with a question since I read that sentence. What do we do when the door of justice closes and we hear the bolt slide home on the far side?