It was true whether I was credible or not.

And that, in the end, is what saved me: not that I was believed, but that I did not need to be believed, because the truth had been written down, and recorded, in forms that no smear could touch.

I have thought, since, of every victim who is not so lucky, whose abuser was careful, who has only her word and a world prepared to disbelieve it.

I was saved by a paper trail.