Move Forward, Never Look Back

I was almost raped while my husband Jeff Walker was celebrating his secretary's birthday.

Because there were problems with the company's products, I was busy until 10:30 in the evening before leaving the suburban factory.

There were no taxis nearby.

It was 1.2 miles to the bus station.

I called Jeff to pick me up, but he said he was discussing business with a client.

Helplessly, I could only go to the bus stop. There were few people on the road and there were not even street lights.