“PTSD?” I asked. The word grated on my nerves, and I didn’t even understand why. It wasn’t like I begrudged other people who had post-traumatic stress disorder, but those people had been in war zones. They had seen others die, or had been gravely injured, or…”

“You do realize that’s what happened, right?” Luna asked.

I shook my head. “It was just a panic attack.”

“No, it wasn’t. That might have started as a panic attack, but you had a full-blown flashback that you had a hard time pulling out of.” She reached over the tiny little table that sat between us and grabbed my hands. “I know you said you never told anyone, but did you ever get help?”

“Therapy?”

“Yeah, Mina, therapy. Did you ever talk to a professional about what happened to you?”

“No.”

“I think maybe it’s time you did.” I wanted to argue, to fight with her, because seeing a therapist about what happened to me three years ago felt like admitting defeat all over again. After what happened yesterday, I knew it was necessary too, even if it felt a little like giving up.

I nodded my head. “You’re probably right. I’ll try to find someone.”

“I think that the University should have to pay for it,” she added. I glanced up at her, wondering why she would suggest that. “Hear me out. They’re the reason that some of those people got away with what happened. I don’t think it’s easy to let go of something like that when the people responsible got to walk away without issue. And it wasn’t right for the University to put their finances ahead of your victimization. That’s essentially what they did when they protected their football team. Do you know what they did? Every single person who was there, and did nothing to help you or to get help, were responsible for you being kidnapped, being held prisoner against your will, physically assaulted, sexually assaulted. You can probably throw in sex trafficking too, since they allowed an audience to see what they did. Torture, Mina. They tortured you for their own entertainment.”

Her last statement hit me hard. “All those things are crimes. Every person there could have done some serious time in prison for what happened to you. They should have done time in prison,” Luna reiterated.

“I wouldn’t even know who to speak to about it now.”

“I’ll go with you, to make sure you have someone in your corner who can call bullshit on them, because they’ll fight.”

“You blamed Wes,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“You blamed Wes, but this wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t have known what he was saying would trigger that kind of reaction. It wouldn’t in a normal person.”

“First of all, you are a normal person. You are a normal person who had something terrible done to you and no one was in your corner fighting to help you. The fact that you’ve managed this long without something seriously bad happening is a miracle.”