Dear Tracy, I used to wish I could go back in time, to when you were very small, to when he started violating your six-year-old body for the first time.
Dear Emily, The scent of fresh-cut grass lingers in the truck. He’s upset, and that tear-stained face of yours only fuels his anger. He can’t stand to see you cry.
Dear Kate, I know you’re feeling sad and tired. You worried, for so long, that if you ever “told” anyone, they wouldn’t believe you . . . and they didn’t.
I’ve been hearing about statistics concerning violence against women lately. It seems that when there are holidays or sports events that encourage heavy drinking, violence against women including rape, escalates.