My body is temporarily shocked by the fear, and I can’t move. His rough hands painfully and cruelly grope my breasts from behind as he keeps me pinned against the wall, immobile.

My mind races back to the desolate horror of my teenage assault and how he exerted power over me in Chicago. My body is trembling involuntarily, and my mind is constantly racing to the miracle inside me and my maternal need to protect it against all odds. This isn’t just about me anymore; I need to find ...