And I had to decide, right then, what I was going to do about it.

I thought, that night, about going straight to the police.

It seems the obvious thing, and part of me wanted to do it, to hand the whole nightmare to someone with a badge and be free of it.

But I made myself think it through the way a frightened woman with no proof must think it through.

What did I actually have?

The word of a maid, against a wealthy family and a licensed doctor.