 I leaned again and my son was back next to me. So we put him back. And that was such a relief because I knew he was alive. But the rapist wasn't gone. Jane could hear him in the kitchen rattling pots and pans. And then he would come back in the bedroom and say, don't you make a move or I'll come back in here and kill you. Finally, after what seemed to Jane like an eternity, there was silence.