I still let my grandson hug me.

I still let my daughter love me.

I have refused to let one predator’s counterfeit teach me that the real thing does not exist.

That refusal is the last piece of ground I would not let her take.

Chapter 15 — It Wasn’t the First Time

The case moved with the slowness of real life, not the speed of a story — interviews, subpoenas, calls to banks, weeks of an attorney’s careful emails.

Rebecca changed her account more than once.