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One of the deepest wounds I carried was the quiet, corrosive belief that I had somehow become damaged goods.

It is a work that defies genre and expectation: part memoir, part reckoning, part dialogue between a survivor and the man who violated her.

Not only had the other driver accumulated a long list of driving-related charges over the years, but he had also never obtained a driver’s license. He was drunk and high on cocaine, driving at nearly 100 miles per hour. As is often the case in these situations, he only sustained minor injuries from the crash.