November 14, 2016
At night, he would arrive in Corey’s room by crawling through the window next to the bunk bed where she slept. She knew from the smell when he was there.
By day, she endured different hands, sometimes under the most mundane circumstances _ once, she recalls, while in the kitchen eating lunch. He pulled down her underwear and started fondling her. He left money on the table.
They were family members, these two predators _ their unwanted touch impossible to escape for a young girl living on a remote First Nation in British Columbia.