I Was Handcuffed In My Living Room—Then A Child Spoke Up

time, no one was ever going to take that away from me.

Epilogue

A year later, I received an envelope in the mail. Inside was a crayon drawing—a woman with yellow hair standing next to a boy with a toy truck. At the bottom, in careful block letters: THANK YOU FOR MY COLLEGE MONY. LOVE NOAH.

I taped it to my refrigerator, right next to my acceptance letter continue reading …