Old wounds

As Nora's voice quavered with emotion, the words flowing out of her in a steady stream, she began to tell Alex the story of how she got raped

"It was a Friday night," she began, her eyes misting over. "We were at a party, me and my friends. We were laughing and talking, having a good time."

She paused, swallowing hard. "Then, I met Eric. He was older, a junior I think. He was charming, good-looking. And he seemed interested in me."

"We talked, we laughed," Nora continued, her voice trembling. "He bought me a few drinks and before I knew it, we were pretty tipsy. We were having a good time, just talking and flirting."

She took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'll never forget what happened next. He said he wanted to show me something in his room, and I went with him."

Nora's voice was barely above a whisper now. "He locked the door behind us, and…"