Most days, my 13-year-old daughter walks to middle school in a passel of other girls, throwing their heads back to laugh about some lunch table joke, or silly photo someone shared on Snapchat. Most days, I marvel at how fast the girls I’ve known since kindergarten have grown.
These days, I count. Of the five girls in my daughter’s walking group, odds are that one of them will be sexually assaulted on a college campus in just a few short years.