I cannot fully describe what that did to me, to be believed after a year of being told I was a liar.

It was like the first full breath after being underwater too long.

Some part of me that Garrett had convinced was broken forever quietly began, in that moment, to mend — the part that had believed my own voice did not count.

It counted.

These strangers were writing down what I said as though it mattered, because it did, and I understood that the world outside that house was not the world Garrett had told me it was.

In the real world, it turned out, a woman’s account of her own life was worth something.