At 3:17 A.M., Police Told Me My Husband Was Dead—But He Was Sleeping Beside Me
There were questions investigators could not answer.
At first, uncertainty tortured me.
Later, I learned:
My consent had been violated even if no sexual contact occurred.
My privacy had been invaded.
My home had been manipulated.
My identity as a wife had been used as cover.
I did not need a complete inventory of every violation to know enough.