On the first day, Veronica woke up in a strange bed without her underwear. She shed two tears before she walked to the Sheriff’s Department Building. She was holding her shoes in her hands when Lamb told her that he wasn’t going to help her.

On the second day, Veronica cried. She locked herself in her room and sobbed for hours, getting up only to kneel in front of the toilet, her body wracked with dry heaves. When her father got home, she didn’t say a word.

On the third day, Veronica tried to remember. She recalled nothing but fuzzy images, bright lights, and the smell of alcohol. Nothing else.

On the fourth day, Veronica went to Lilly’s grave. She knew that if Lilly were still there, Veronica wouldn’t have been alone at the party, her father would have still been sheriff, and someone wouldn’t have hated her enough to do this. Veronica stared at the grave, and asked Lilly why she hadn’t been there. Lilly didn’t answer.

On the fifth day, Veronica realized that no one could help her.

On the sixth day, Veronica cut her hair. Her two feet of hair turned into four inches by way of her father’s razorblade. He dropped his files when he saw, and then he told her she was beautiful. It didn’t help.

On the seventh day, Veronica decided what would do. She swore revenge, vowing that whoever raped her would pay.

It was the only day she didn’t cry.