I motioned him to come to the bed. He sat down and leaned in and wrapped his arms around me and held me as I half sobbed, half laughed. I couldn't tell if he was scared. Finally, I let it out. "I was raped!"

He held me close for a while, then wiped my tears away from my eyes. I could see a concerned look when he asked if he should call the cops.

"No, we can't. He threatened me that he would come back and hurt my kids."

He just held me close. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Hold me. Please," I said.

He laid down...