The Interview

"What did he do to make you uncomfortable?"

"He put his hands...underneath my clothes."

"Were his hands on top of your underwear?"

"No."

"What did he do next?"

"He touched me."

"Where did he touch you, honey?"

"Between my legs."

"How did you feel?"

"Scared. My mind went to a different place."

I'm still scared. Eight. Years. Later.

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