“You’re all over Fox News!” he said, as though I already knew. While I’d been caged, in utter solitude, the world had been talking about me, about what I’d done. The things I’d wanted exposed were no longer buried. They were out there, being discussed and debated. But at that moment, I was too stunned by my circumstances to understand or care. There was no triumphant flash of recognition for me. I was trying to survive, minute to minute, trying to understand my immediate needs and the risks I faced.
