So what if I had actually just left the library without any problems and devised the story on my walk home? Anais bought it hook, line, and sinker. She practically demanded that I write about it. So what if it hadn’t actually happened to me? It had happened to other people on other campuses and in other places, right? What mattered, I told myself, was that it could have happened to me. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t harming anyone. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
