Her mother never asked why she wanted to volunteer with us.  She didn’t really want to know the answer.

He was deported after the rape. She lives in fear of him returning, still.

She hid in the bathroom.

She got pregnant from the rape and gave the baby up for adoption.  I wait for her call every year, the first week of February.

It was the easy questions that tripped her up … was he her boyfriend?

The self-defense class didn’t make her feel stronger.  She doubted she’d ever use any of the moves against her dad.

Three hours, sitting up, waiting for the caller who hung up to call back.

She never expected that when she told her professor she’d missed class because she had been raped that he would tell her that he was a Rape Crisis Center volunteer and get her connected to an advocate.

Before agreeing to the plea agreement, she asked her daughters - his victims - how they felt about it.

She just wanted a ride to the store.