I felt the old childhood pain go through me, sharp as ever. And I realized, standing there, that it no longer had any power over my life.

“That’s true,” I said evenly. “My father was a violent man, and my mother got us out however she could. I learned young exactly what happens when a whole neighborhood stays quiet.

That’s precisely why I’m not going to hide what you tried to do to me.”

I turned the glowing screen toward her.

“I have his audio. I have your son’s confession. I have photographs of the apartment and a medical report from the clinic. I’ve briefed the center’s administration on all of it.

If you keep harassing me at my workplace, I’ll file a criminal complaint.”