Nobody's Girl: A Memoir of Surviving Abuse and Fighting for Justice - 41
Me, as a six-year-old first grader, around the time I got my first horse, Alice. These days in Loxahatchee, Florida, were among my happiest. My mom, Lynn, my little brother, Skydy, and me. I could spot Mom’s fiery red hair anywhere. Me as a teenager, right around the time I met Jeffrey Epstein and G...
Me, as a six-year-old first grader, around the time I got my first horse, Alice. These days in Loxahatchee, Florida, were among my happiest.
My mom, Lynn, my little brother, Skydy, and me. I could spot Mom’s fiery red hair anywhere.
Me as a teenager, right around the time I met Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell.
Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell in 2005. I saw them less as boyfriend and girlfriend and more like two halves of a wicked whole.
Prince Andrew, me, and Maxwell in Maxwell’s London townhouse in March 2001. I asked Epstein to take our picture with my disposable camera. Hours later, I was forced to have sex with the prince.
This May 2001 photo of Naomi Campbell’s thirty-first birthday party, held on a yacht in Saint-Tropez, captures me in the foreground (Maxwell, wearing a light blue top, can also be seen). In August 2019, this photo was discovered and published in both British and American newspapers, confirming my assertion that I’d traveled with Epstein and Maxwell. Later, I’d meet a fellow Epstein survivor who said seeing me in this photo prompted her to go public with her own story.
Me, sightseeing in New York City, during my years living under Epstein and Maxwell’s control. I was determined to document my travels, as I never knew when they would be cut short. Epstein took the photo with my camera.
Robbie and me on our wedding day, October 16, 2002, just ten days after we met. We were married by a monk at a Buddhist temple on top of a mountain in Chiang Mai, Thailand.
Me with our youngest child, Ellie. Having a daughter was one of a few developments that would prompt me to step forward publicly and hold my abusers to account.
Every year since my oldest son was born, we’ve gotten a family Christmas portrait taken with Santa. My kids don’t believe in St. Nick anymore, but I still insist on doing it. I believe in saving happy memories when you get the chance.
Me, age thirty-four, holding a photo of my teenage self during my years with Epstein. This image accompanied “Perversion of Justice,” journalist Julie K. Brown’s series in the Miami Herald about Epstein and Maxwell’s sex-trafficking ring and the shameful deal the US government made that protected them from prosecution.
After Epstein’s death, Judge Richard M. Berman invited Epstein’s victims to a hearing in Manhattan federal court on August 27, 2019. Sarah Ransome (at left) and I were among twenty-three Survivor Sisters, as we call ourselves, who attended and spoke. Also pictured: my lawyers Brad Edwards, Sigrid McCawley, and David Boies.