Their marriage had been years of loneliness, a life imitating life, she herself guilty of not sharing her feelings and making more attempts to speak of what had happened. Instead she’d carried it inside her, never allowing it to escape again, lest it be trivialized once more. Even her grown children didn’t know the extent of the attack that night, or how close she’d come to being killed. The horror of such a violation. They just thought it was cool that their mother was the person behind the arrest of the Inland Empire Killer.