Rewriting the Scandal
Around us, people craned their necks to get a better look, their gazes switching between me and the screen.
They expected me to crack under the pressure—flush with shame, stammer denials, or lash out in desperation.
Instead, I calmly took out my phone.
"Hello, 911?" I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm reporting an assault. I was violated without my knowledge, and there's a witness and video evidence. Please send officers immediately to prevent the suspect from fleeing!"