The room eventually fills with bodies again, and Castro shows the police out of his office. They look around suspiciously before the taller one’s gaze lingers on me for the longest minute of my life. Dressed in reasonably decent looking suits, these are not your average police who would normally attend a rape scene. Tony shakes the hand of the taller one with warm familiarity, while Castro speaks to the shorter of the two. Sensing I’m watching him, he leaves the conversation mid-sentence, walks over, and wraps me in his arms.

“Thank you for what you did this evening. I know how hard it must have been for you.” He...