Savannah Lindquist desperately tried to remember what she’d learned in the women’s self-defense class.
She jerked her wrists, fighting to break her attacker’s grasp. She couldn’t.
He’d come over for a movie and a beer, and now he was pushing himself on her as she screamed at him to leave. They struggled across her North Philadelphia apartment, which she’d moved into that fall for her senior year. She got close enough to the counter to grab her key ring, the one with the bright red whistle emblazoned with a white Temple University “T.” She blew the whistle. No one came.