Should we walk back to where it started?

Okay.

So we're in Glover Park, this safe, cute little neighborhood and this is where it happened.

In Washington, D.C., a 27-year-old woman went for an evening jog.

She was steps away from her apartment when a stranger attacked her.

I just feel his hand like over my mouth and his other hand in between my legs.

She fought back and I went to swing at him.

She couldn't have known the real fight was just beginning.

I made me Britain and I'm an investigative reporter for the Washington Post.

For the past three years, I've been following what happened in the aftermath of a sexual assault.

If she had not come forward the way she did, I probably would be just rolling alone like I was before and it's completely changed my life.

An unusual public warning connects two women and it leads to a devastating allegation about a powerful man in D.C.'s criminal justice system.

He said, very quiet.

I've been fantasizing about you.

He damaged another human being for a lifetime.

You don't get to just say, oh my bad, and everybody move on.

That's not how justice works.

This story is about what it takes to come forward.

The onus, the pressure, the decision.

I'm the arbiter somehow.

They get crucified as women.

But what protected me is why 40 years later she's seeking publicity with the Washington Post.

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