I thought about it. I hadn't considered someone other than the police. I didn't even care if the person or persons responsible were arrested and prosecuted. I only wanted it to stop, without it ever coming out. I could at least talk to one, see what they could do. I put the knife back in my bag. Kathy hugged me and I started crying and she cried with me. Finally, a glimmer of hope; a speck of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. As long as I had any hope at all, I could endure. I cried for several minutes, relieved to have any other option at...