When we went up to Trout Lake the summer after Jer died, none of us really wanted to be there, but we thought
going might make things more normal. I didn’t go out to the big campfire party on the last night because I just wasn’t in the mood. I know that you and Dad probably just went to keep your mind off of everything. After I had gone to bed I was awakened—probably around midnight—by Uncle Jack.
He raped me.
As I write this, I cringe and have difficulty breathing. I never told you because I wanted to forget. I am telling you now because I think you should know. I won’t be able to talk to you about this—I can’t talk about it to anyone—so please don’t call me.
I prefer to forget.
Tonya
THE END
Acknowledgments
Heartfelt thanks to Martin and Mom for reading and re-reading early versions and for encouraging me along the way. Thanks to M et Mme for continued support in whatever I do. Finally, I wish to thank Jennie and Jenn who, although very different from Kaitlyn and Amanda, inspired the creation of Tonya’s two best friends.