That clip went viral that same night.

Thousands of strangers called my mother a hero.

Dozens of women wrote that they, too, had lived under the thumb of a man like Richard.

And so many daughters wrote that they were picking up the phone, right then, to call their own mothers.

I read every comment aloud to her, the two of us wrapped in a blanket in her living room, drinking warm chamomile tea, safe.

My mother is seventy-five years old.