The remembering is sharp – every detail, each decision, the cleaving of her life. Alicia Gonzales remembers sitting on the bed in her dorm room at Marshall University. She remembers what she wore – sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, no make-up, hair fastened in a French braid. It was approaching afternoon. She didn’t want to be alone with him, but the friend who was with her left, so she was alone with him. She remembers the way she tensed when he began to talk about his body count. He'd had sex with 16 people, he told her. She remembers all the excuses she made, initially plausible, increasingly desperate – the door's unlocked, my roommate will be home soon, in my religion we don't have sex on Mondays. When she pointed out someone could walk in, he got up and deadbolted the door. That's when she knew, when the voice inside her said, "You're going to get raped." Her perpetrator, fellow Marshall student Joseph Chase Hardin, was more than 6 feet tall and 2...
