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For months, Oscar Rothenberg and I puzzled over what really happened to Jane Doe that night. Clearly, something did. But what? At whose hands? And where? Also, why would she accuse Eric of something he hadn’t done?
On the issue of what happened, it seemed to fit our growing body of facts that Doe had not been raped, per se, but engaged in something rough with someone known to her, someone who’d seen her with Eric and was angry or jealous or inebriated enough to squeeze her throat to the point of causing bruising.
