Five years have passed since that day.

The scar on my abdomen is still there, and I never hide it, because it’s the map of a war they tried to win over my body.

Jared is serving his long sentence in a federal prison.

The Harlan Group no longer bears that name; by court order, my mother’s role was recognized, and it was transformed into a public reproductive health foundation.

At the entrance stands a beautiful plaque bearing her name: Abigail Cooper, a woman who refused to be erased.

Camden runs through this house now with a stray dog named Buddy.