When I sat in my car, bleeding, and looked in the rearview mirror at what had been done to
Standing alone in the freezing basement garage, looking at my own mutilated reflection in the rearview mirror, a strange and terrifying clarity washed over me. I wasn’t a victim anymore. As the digital clock on my dashboard ticked away the final seconds of his five-minute warning, my fingers hovered over the screen. I didn’t just…