It is enough to know that they made plain that what had been happening to me was no accident, and that they intended it to happen again, that night, and that they believed I was unconscious.

The lock turned.

The door opened.

Three men came into the dim room together: my husband, my father-in-law, and Samuel.

And in the hallway behind them, I would soon understand, everything they thought protected them — a hallway camera, their phones — had been switched off, because they believed there was no one awake to witness what they had come to do.

Chapter 7 — Don’t Touch Me