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Victims of Sexual Crime

-28- A Statue and the Storm

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-28- A Statue and the Storm

With every journal entry, it felt like I chipped one tiny piece of a 5’2” statue loose and it fell away. And with every piece I chipped free, I believed it was one chip closer to life restored.

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-27-Two Winters

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-27-Two Winters

We watched from the window. Tree limbs turned to statues of ice that held clumps of white, even the smallest branches held heavy clumps of snow. It looked surreal—my kind of world when I was a kid.

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-21-An Anchor

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-21-An Anchor

The anchor was set. I was convinced that I could and I would, conquer this crisis. I just didn’t know what that journey would look like. But I was ready to battle on behalf of my children and willing to participate in stopping Ivan’s crime spree.

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-Fifteen-Too Many Faces

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-Fifteen-Too Many Faces

Several days went by. I let my thoughts rest from searching for the shadow’s identity. Then when I least expected it, a face flashed in my mind’s eye.

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-Thirteen-Equipped

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-Thirteen-Equipped

As I stand on the banks of the river and pause, it reminds me of when I found my hidden past. Fear caused me to doubt that what lie ahead would enrich my life—a life freed from debilitating fear and anxiety. I just wasn’t sure I could handle what I was afraid of.

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-Seven- The September Step

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-Seven- The September Step

I woke that morning from a nightmare. Details of the nightmare followed me down the hall and into the dining room. One more thread in the knot of unresolved thoughts.

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-Six- Haunted

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-Six- Haunted

Autumn arrived with no answers. The cycle of dread hijacked my thoughts and the lingering concern for Hannah’s odd behavior while visiting relatives haunted me. The demands of being a stay-at-home mom to three children, under the age of four, fell to the forefront. But unresolved issues from the past continued to haunt me.

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-Four-Discernment Calls

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-Four-Discernment Calls

I learned that Ivan took my daughter Hannah—20-month-old, on an outing. When they returned Hannah acted traumatized and flew into a temper tantrum. 

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-Two- The Other Side of the Door

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-Two- The Other Side of the Door

Desperate to know the truth, I retraced all the times we visited the suspected perpetrator and during those visits how often did he have access to my children? Was he at home at the time his wife babysat?

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-One- Tangled in Trauma

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-One- Tangled in Trauma

It happened in December 1986, as I drove home. My thoughts broke free from a knot of vague details. The truth appeared as clear and straight as the road ahead of me. I clung to the steering wheel because it was the only part of life I had control of at that moment. 

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