There had been several women that had been killed before Ivy, but Ivy's death lingered. I remember what I was wearing when I read her story, and I remember the sounds, I remember being frozen, and I remember the distinct smell of fear. I remember the fear because when I think of the trauma I have gone through and think of what has lingered, it is the fear that I am not safe and the fear that I could be abused again that has remained.

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