Monday, January 2, 2006
That early afternoon flight from Dallas, Texas, to my home in Albuquerque, New Mexico, was the worst two hours imaginable—not because I was sitting next to some horrible, hacking old man or a screaming baby.
In an excerpt from Controlled, Neesha Arter describes a torturous flight home from Texas, where—unbeknownst to anyone aboard—two men had raped her days before.
Monday, January 2, 2006
That early afternoon flight from Dallas, Texas, to my home in Albuquerque, New Mexico, was the worst two hours imaginable—not because I was sitting next to some horrible, hacking old man or a screaming baby.