“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

children’s sneaker. It wasn’t just vandalism. It was a silent, terrifying, intimate message: We know exactly where you are, we know exactly what you are doing, and you are entirely, hopelessly alone.

Chapter 4: The Courtroom Guillotine

I didn’t call the police about the smashed windshield or the bloody shoe. I swept the glass off the seat myself, my continue reading …