In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Sara lifted her heavy eyelids to the bright flashing red lights dancing on her walls. She lay motionless and hypnotized by the quick circles of light painting her bedroom. She recognized the scraping of shoes against the tiles of the kitchen floor and the hushed whispers hanging in the darkness. Sara heard the faint clinking of metal and a final CLICK. She knew. It was over. He was lost forever. She knew it when the toothy, big haired woman on the television said it. She knew it when it stared back at her in black and white. Now they would all know it."
The Angle: Vol. 1998
, Article 11.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1998/iss2/11