Helen
That night. That's how she always referred to it. That night was the night a man came into her dorm room and shattered her sense of safety, her innocence, and part of her soul. When it happened, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't get away, couldn't scream for help. She was completely at his mercy – whether she lived or died had been up to him.
Little did she know that surviving that night was just the beginning. The attack was over, but she would still feel helpless - helpless against the nightmares, the panic, and the fear that washed over her when she least expected it, making it impossible to sleep and difficult to trust others. Years and distance would diminish the feeling, but could never and would never eradicate it.
Climbing the stairs and approaching her daughter's bedroom, she felt it once again. She didn't want to do this, but it wasn't just about her any more. She and Will both knew that, ultimately, nothing they could do or say could protect their girl from all the evils of this world, but perhaps if they could arm her with everything they knew, they would feel a little less helpless.