"There was a bad man. A very, very, very bad man. I saw him last night. He didn't seem very nice." I was with the police, and they were questioning me. I was scared. I could have run. But I didn't. I don't know why, but I stayed. I probably shouldn't have, but something told me I should stay. It was against all of my instincts, but I knew I had to. That was the day I realized. Realized that I could never go back.