back. I didn’t fight back.”
She shook a cigarette out of the pack and tried to light a new one off the old. Her shaking hands were barely able to make the connection.
She placed the smoldering cigarette between her lips.
She said, “Then we were in the woods. I woke up in the woods. I guess I swallowed some of the Gatorade. It knocked me out. Then I came to. He was sitting there. Waiting. Then he saw that I was awake. He covered my mouth with his hand, but I wasn’t screaming.”
She inhaled again on the cigarette. She let the smoke sit in her lungs, puffing out with each new word. “He told me not to move. That I couldn’t move. That he wanted me to act like I was paralyzed.”
Jeffrey felt his lips part. He tasted the sharp burn of nicotine in the air.
“He had this thing. Like a knitting needle. At the back of my neck. He said he would paralyze me forever if I didn’t comply.”
Jeffrey’s eyes found Sara’s. He couldn’t read her expression. It was like she was trying to make herself disappear.
“I didn’t move. I let my arms fall to my sides. I forced my legs to stay straight. He wanted me to keep my eyes open. I kept my eyes open. He didn’t want me to look at him. I didn’t look at him. It was dark. I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel … ripping. Tearing.”
The cigarette dangled between her lips. Smoke curled into her face.
“Then he finished. Then he cleaned me down there. It burned. I was cut. Bleeding. He wiped my face. My hands. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t move. I kept pretending. He dressed me. He buttoned my shirt. He pulled up my underwear. He zipped up my jeans. He told me if I told anybody, he would do it to someone else. If I kept quiet, he wouldn’t.”
Sara bent her head. Her eyes were closed.
“I tried not to look at him,” Tommi said. “I thought if I couldn’t identify him, he would let me go. And he did. He left me in the woods. On my back. I stayed there. He told me to act paralyzed. I was still paralyzed. I couldn’t move. I don’t know if I was breathing. I thought I was dead. I wanted to be dead. That’s it. That’s what happened.”
Jeffrey was still looking at Sara. He had questions to ask, but he didn’t know how.
Sara took a breath. She opened her eyes. She asked, “Tommi, do you remember what color the van was, or anything about it?”
“No,” she said, then, “It was dark. The van was dark.”
Sara asked, “How about the general location where you were left in the woods?”
“No.” She tapped ash off the cigarette. “I don’t remember getting up. I don’t remember walking back to campus. I must have taken a shower. I must have changed my clothes. The only memory I have after is thinking I had started my period. And being happy, because …”
She didn’t have to explain why she had been happy about getting her period.
Sara took a shallow breath. “Do you remember what he cleaned you with?”
“A washcloth. It smelled like bleach. My hair was—” She looked down at the cigarette. “Down there, my hair was bleached.”
“Did he take the washcloth with him?”
“He took everything.”
Sara looked at Jeffrey. If there was anything else he wanted, now was the only time he was going to be able to get it. “Tommi, Jeffrey has just a few more questions, okay? Just a few.”
Jeffrey received the order loud and clear. He worked to keep his tone soft. “Before this happened, did you feel like you were being watched?”
She rolled the cigarette in the ashtray. “It’s hard to think about my other self. To think about the before. I don’t—I don’t know that person anymore. I don’t remember who she was.”
“I understand.” Jeffrey looked at the back of the house. He could see Tommi’s mother standing at the kitchen sink. She was watching them carefully, every muscle in her face tensed. “Do you remember if anything was missing? A personal item, or—”
She looked him in the eye, startled.
“Can you—”
The back door banged open. A large man in work coveralls filled the doorway. He had a wrench gripped in his hand.
Jeffrey was standing, hand on his gun, before the man could get a word out.
“What the fuck are you doing?” the man demanded. “Get the fuck away from my daughter.”
Jeffrey tried, “Mr.