"Naturally, I was surprised because in all the years of our friendship that was the second time I saw her crying. So I got up and walked to her dorm room. She didn’t open up at first, but when she did, I had no reason to ask anything. I saw her right cheek inflamed with the outline of a hand and her eyes were swallowed, watery. Parkinson told the name and begged me to never speak of it, never tell anyone. Keep it a secret. She begged and begged, cried and cried, and I was there, holding her, knowing that I will never be able to tell anyone about this. Never be able to tell anyone, not my friends, not professors, about the bastard that harassed my best friend." 