I’ve been trying to process that moment last June ever since it happened. Clearly, I’m still in the middle of doing so, hoping that as I write, without revealing everything, some sort of resolution is nearing. I know that for the original victim, even the writing couldn’t resolve his experience. But I’m hoping he’ll understand that what he’s accomplished for himself and for the rest of us, in his own secret words, will make us all better, even though we’ll never be whole or innocent again.