“When I was asleep — put to sleep — I couldn’t choose anything.

Someone decided my nights for me.

Someone decided what my own body would do while I lay there, and I never agreed to any of it, and that is the worst thing that was done to me, worse than the fear, worse than the lost time.

The being decided-for.

And when I think about Soledad, I realize that is exactly what was done to her too, only she was awake for it.

For four years her brother decided her nights.