After That Night (Will Trent, #11)

by Karin Slaughter

“Give a man a parachute, he flies one time. Push a man out of an airplane, he flies for the rest of his life.”

Sometimes, the world could make you feel so numb that the only emotion that could cut through was pain.

“We’re both in the worst club ever.” Sloan popped the cork, catching it in her hand. “It’s easier to talk about rape with someone who’s been through it. You don’t have to explain yourself, or worry about managing their feelings or their responses, or—pass that over.”

There was a weird sort of hierarchy among rape victims. Sara was considered one of the lucky ones. The crime was blatantly obvious. Sara was a white, middle-class doctor with a good reputation and strong familial support. The detective had been sympathetic, the prosecutor had been self-righteous, and the jury had delivered some form of justice. Fewer than 1 percent of rapes led to a felony conviction.