Behind the Book: C. Desir’s FAULT LINE
About fifteen years ago, I sat in a hospital ER with a young girl who had been raped and badly beaten. Her entire being was shut down, turned inward. My job as the rape victim advocate in the room was to stay with her through the process, to explain what was going to happen, and to empower her as much as I could, even if just offering her a glass of water.
She would not talk to me. Or the doctors. Or the police. I stayed in