Every night my son took a shower at 3 a.m., and I kept telling myself it was just stress—until curiosity made me look through the bathroom door and I saw something so horrifying, so familiar, and so wicked that I left his home for a retirement community before sunrise… but I
for almost 20 years. I also used to say the bruises on my body were from my own carelessness. But you and I, we both know that is not the truth, do we?”
It was this empathy, coming from a fellow victim, that completely shattered Hazel’s last line of defense, so she could not hold it together anymore and buried her head in my shoulder to sob.