"I like the title to begin with," Dwight said, "Being victimized doesn't make you a victim."

"As long as you don't allow yourself to be a victim you can't become a victim," Trudy said, "But that's hard. I know from personal experience. When I was fourteen," she paused blushing.

"Sorry," she said, "I was reading it out loud, wasn't I?"

"Go ahead," Dwight said as he sat down.

"When I was 14, I was raped. I was at a party and my curfew was already 30 minutes after the time it already was. My high school law ethics professor offered to walk me home. As we were walking, he pulled me behind the bushes and raped me at knife point.

"For a long time, I felt guilty. If only I hadn't accepted the offer. If only I'd been home at the right time. The truth is there was only one person at fault for what happened. His name is Ethan Rickover.

"He was a married 48-year-old man. He had no business doing that to anyone… let alone a 14-year-old girl. Months later, I found out I was pregnant. You would think that I would have hated the baby. She was the product of rape, and I was just a child myself.

"I didn't hate my unborn baby. I loved her. But Rickover found out I was pregnant and when Molly was born, he had her killed. She only lived nine minutes. I was distraught. Eleven years later Rickover tried to have me killed in a car bomb. He was unsuccessful but I lost myself for ten years. I'm not a victim. I am a survivor."

"Wow," Dwight replied when Trudy was done reading her article, "That was amazing."

Trudy's eyes lit up.

"Thanks dad," she smiled.

"Are you going to publish it," Marsha asked

Trudy shook her head.

"Rickover has friends in high places here," she pointed out, "Imagine if someone told him about the article."

Leland came home in a very good mood. Karen greeted him with a kiss.

"Hi honey," he said, "How was your day?"

"It was great," Karen said, "I missed you a lot today though."

"Hi dad," Jennifer said coming out of her bedroom where she'd been journaling.

"Hey sweetheart," Leland smiled, "What's going on?"

"I was invited to Jamie's birthday party," Jennifer said, "Can I go?"

"I don't see why not," Leland replied.

"Where is the party," Karen asked.

"It's at the pizza plaza," Jennifer said, "Then we're going to a concert."

"Who's playing?"

"Musical theater songs," Jennifer said.

"Sounds good," Leland and Karen said in unison.

Leland saw he got a text message. It was from anonymous.

This is Paul Zackary. I am just texting you to say I'm sorry about what I did to you. I was furious that you were the cause of my son's death, but I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. I know we'll never be friends. I don't think I'm capable of liking you, but I hope you can forgive me.

Leland texted back.

Apology accepted and appreciated.

Leland knew that he didn't like Paul Zackary. He knew Paul Zackary didn't like him. But that apology seemed sincere.

"Dad," Jared said, "Can we visit the twins today?"

"Sounds like a plan," Leland replied.

Fifteen minutes later they were at Robyn, Jemma, Charlie and Laura's house. They'd brought Caroline with them instead of leaving her with a babysitter and for the first time Robyn felt a bit of frustration with being blind.

"Wanna hold her," Karen asked.

"I'm blind," Robyn reminded her.

"That's okay. Your arms work just fine. I'll be right there to make sure everything is alright."

"Really? Thanks," Robyn said smiling.

"I want to hold her too," Jemma said

"You will," Leland assured Jemma.

"So, Robyn," Karen asked, placing Caroline in Robyn's arms, "How have you been doing?"

"Grateful to be alive," Robyn said, "Annoyed about being blind."

"I completely understand," Karen said.

"How?"

"When I was your age, I was blind for six months," Karen said.

"So, your eyesight came back," Robyn asked, perking up at this.

Charlie sighed inwardly.

"It did," Karen replied.

Baby Caroline started crying. Karen took her and calmed her down. Next it was Jemma's turn to hold her.

"Maybe I'll get my eyesight back again," Robyn said hopefully.