“And that, it turns out, is more than enough.”

He grabbed my arm, hard, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to leave marks — and instead of the old fear, something that had been asleep in me for years woke up and caught fire.

I did not scream because I was afraid.

I screamed so that every single person on that floor would hear me.

“Get your hands OFF me!”

Two officers came around the corner at once.