Day broke through Jenn's window, serenely casting light and warmth through its rays down to her face; she rolled over, stretching as she awoke. As she opened her eyes, she could see the clear blue skies overhead with the warmth cascading into her bedroom. She felt happy; her mind clear for an undetermined reason.

Then, in an instant, it came to her: she was free. Free from a hospital administration that betrayed her, free from a boyfriend who forsook her, free to love a man who really loved her, and free to take on the challenges of the day. Remembering what today held for her, in the shape of a rejuvenated legal battle and a noble fight for justice, Jenn sprang out of bed and got dressed quickly. She couldn't stop herself from singing happily to herself as she drove into town and went to Andrew's office. As she approached his office, she could hear him speaking; his gentle voice, smooth and soft like caramel, drifted out into the hallway to Jenn, and she smiled. She felt very lucky that morning.

She knocked playfully on his door, and he looked up. Jenn peered around the corner and was surprised to see an attractive blonde woman sitting in the chair in the corner. She was sitting cross-legged in the leather chair, her hair flowing gracefully down her shoulders, and she had several large bags at her feet and a notebook in her lap.

Seeing Jenn, Andrew leaped out of his own desk chair. Laying a kiss on her cheek, he grabbed her hands and pulled her into the room. "Jenn, I have exciting news for you — for us!" He gestured to the woman. "This is Holly Mills. She's a reporter with WPXT-TV here, I told her a little bit about your story, and she wants to interview you. What do you think?" Jenn and Holly shook hands politely, while Jenn gave it some thought.

"Wow, this is sudden. Um, sure, I guess. What kind of interview do you mean?"

Holly was already scribbling notes onto her notepad. "It would just be a short spot on what happened to you, mainly that you're making allegations against St. Benedict, and what those allegations are."

Andrew was too excited to contain himself. "This is the way you can build publicity and support before the trial begins. I don't want to pressure you; you know that. But this is such a good opportunity."

Jenn took a deep breath. "Well, I knew by going forward with this, I'd get attention. So I guess I can start." She turned to Holly with a smile. "Sure, why not?”

Two days later, a short television spot appeared on the local station, headed by Holly’s introduction to what happened. "A series of sexual assaults, a secret abortion, and a cover-up: things of nightmare for most people, but were reality for a local woman in a local hospital. In her first interview since the ordeal, Jenn Walsh has agreed to tell us the frank, and horrifying, details of what happened to her while she was a patient at St. Benedict Regional Medical Center. This is her story." The Walsh family and their supporters all sat together on the scheduled date and time of its airing to watch it. They watched in hushed anticipation, proud of Jenn for finally speaking out but also anxious about what this sudden immersion into the public eye would bring.

When the segment ended, with a final remark from Holly promising to follow up with the story, there was a profound silence in the room. Then Andrew stood up. “Jenn, I’m so proud of you,” he said, his voice quivering. She, too, began to feel tears in her eyes. She stood up too, and went to him for a tight embrace. Everyone else clapped for them, caught up in the moment.

It was Jenn’s first taste of the limelight, but more was soon to follow. The local television spot made a small splash in her community, but as St. Benedict was an hour away in a much larger metropolitan area, it was unlikely to bring many large waves.

That was, until now. Several days later, Jenn was relaxing with Andrew at his house, eating pizza, and having a movie marathon, when his phone rang. Andrew was used to receiving calls at all hours of the day, and he excused himself quietly and left the room, in case it was another client calling him.

Jenn paused the movie and sat quietly waiting for Andrew to return. It seemed like an eternity, and Jenn had nothing to do but look around as she waited. Andrew’s apartment was just like his office: austere, official, and spotless. Nothing was out of place; all of his paintings were perfectly straight, the coasters on his coffee table stacked up in place. It relaxed her. In the chaos of the past several days and weeks, she didn’t realize how much she needed this type of order in her life.

As she zoned out, Andrew came walking back quietly. “You’ll never believe this. That was a producer on The Hour talk show in New York City. They want to interview you.”

Jenn was completely taken aback. This was huge. The Hour show often had more than three million viewers each week, and it reached the entire nation.

At first, she was afraid, but she only needed to look up to see Andrew’s eager face above her to know he loved and supported her through all of this. She agreed to the interview, which would be taking place the next Friday afternoon and would be aired at primetime on the following Sunday evening.

The man who showed up at Andrew’s office to speak with Jenn was a tall, lanky man with nearly translucent skin and a bulbous forehead; but his eyes had fire in them, perfect for a producer looking for a scoop. He stepped forward with gusto and held out his hand.

“Hi, Jenn, I’m Elliott Sullivan. It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for meeting with me.” Behind him was an army of cameramen and their equipment, loaded down with bags and boxes and everything read to set up an impromptu studio in Andrew’s office. Elliott had a relaxing, silky voice. No wonder he’s in television, Jenn thought. She talked with him for more than two hours. She knew this was her opportunity to tell her story — sure, the short segment with Holly Mills was her first encounter with the press, but this time she had a real audience to listen to her. Today she felt empowered; she wanted her story told more than anything. She couldn’t wait for the story to air.