Karen felt as though she were being pushed aside and forgotten.
The hospital had run out of rape kits, and the nurse who examined her was rude, she thought, "mocking." The rape crisis center had no therapists to recommend, only women around her age who offered more sympathy than expertise. She had opened the Yellow Pages and called a resource new to the town where she had gone to school and now lived, something called a rape crisis center.īut the police seemed to want more from her, even after she had told them everything she could remember. She had gone to the local hospital and submitted to an examination. She had called the police on the night of the attack, when she finally convinced herself that she might be safe. It had been weeks since she had been attacked there, but the apartment still felt to her like a crime scene, a place that had been turned over and rummaged through.
Karen was alone in her apartment when the phone rang. Editor's note: This story contains explicit language and graphic descriptions of sexual violence and a murder investigation.
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