Reading Fractured Innocence was like walking barefoot through broken glass—necessary, painful, and unforgettable. As a man, this book forced me to confront the raw, brutal reality of what too many young girls go through, something we often hear about from a distance but rarely sit with in such intimate, unflinching detail.
Told from the perspective of a 14-year-old victim, this story doesn’t hold your hand or cushion the impact. It pulls you into the confusion, fear, and emotional disorientation of a child caught in a nightmare—and it doesn’t let go. It's not comfortable. It's not supposed to be. It pissed me off a lot also, The Man was a POS.