When I was dancing on the dance floor, I would leave my drink at the table and I was coherent

like I wasn't stumbling, I wasn't overly intoxicated.

This is Carrie Lowe's story.

It begins as an average night out at a bar.

And I remember at one point two men standing on the wall that I kind of felt, you know,

they were looking at me in a different way, it was making me uncomfortable.

But turns into a nightmare.

The next thing I know is I wake up in an old dingy camper.

I have no phone, I have no money, I have nothing.

And I just remember like, I need to get out of here like something bad happened to me

last night, somebody hurt me.

My name is Maggie Rar.

And I've been reporting on Carrie Lowe's story for more than two years.

Her story is unlike any I've covered in my career.

Not because of what happened to her that night.

Carrie did everything quote unquote right.

She reported right away.

She called the police.

But because of what happened afterward.

Good evening.

A Dartmouth woman whose rape investigation has dragged on for a year and a half is taking

her case to the Supreme Court of Nova Scotia.

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