Coincidence

These last few days or so, I've been thinking about the time I was raped and the fact that they haven't caught the guy.

It's been almost 7.5 years. I usually think about it every April. For whatever reason, I thought of it just a few days ago. I even started writing Chapter 1 this past Saturday and had thoughts of different opening scenes. The one I had chosen for now was when the overweight dark-skinned detective cased the scene and asked me if the rapist made the cluttered mess on the sofa rummaging through my things. And my answer was "no, that's my mess". I'm not a good housekeeper.

I got a phone call today from the detective. They arrested the rapist last week.