He sighed and ran his hand through his hair for what seemed like the millionth time in less than an hour. "I can't let this go, baby. I can't let him get away with it. Not again."
My head snapped to his. "Again?"
"Something happened in college; I'm not sure what exactly took place. All I know was he was accused of something very similar. His mother went to mine, and my parents got him out of whatever had taken place. At the time, it seemed too coincidental, but I couldn't lay that at my friend's feet. He dated her, they broke up, and then a couple of weeks later she cried rape via the date rape drug. She looked vindictive, so my parents helped make it go away to keep from ruining him. I never believed he was capable of something like that. I'd always thought they did the right thing, but
