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Ten years ago, a rapist stabbed her and left her for dead. She survived — and so did her case.



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"My guts were literally falling out of my body," she says, cradling her stomach as she speaks, "so I was holding my guts — my intestines — in, and then this arm was paralyzed, and I was crawling to my neighbor's, naked and bloody, at, like, six o'clock in the morning."

She passed out twice on the way, once on her steps and again in her yard. "I remember waking up and thinking, I'm almost there, I'm almost there."

Despite the early hour, the couple answered their door. They didn't recognize her at first. While the woman called for an ambulance, her husband stayed with Juliette on the porch.

Juliette was cold, despite the August warmth. As she was about to be loaded into the ambulance, she took off her oxygen mask long enough to tell an EMT, "I'm going to stay alive until you get me to the hospital, but make sure to tell the doctors that they have to save me. They have to because I have a daughter."

Juliette's heart stopped twice. Surgeons at St. Luke's Hospital had to crack her sternum and manually squeeze her heart until it pumped on its own again.

She vaguely recalls hearing nurses repeat, "She's got a pneumothorax," a collapsed lung. The medical term reminded her of the words to a Dr. Seuss book she had read with Molly, The Lorax.

Meanwhile, friends and family began to fill the hospital's waiting room. Kansas City, Kansas, homicide detectives were there with the expectation that Juliette wouldn't survive. When her ex, McFall, got to the lobby of St. Luke's, Juliette's brother-in-law warned him that the police wanted to question him and didn't want him near Juliette's room.

McFall was stunned, he tells The Pitch. "My relationship with Juliette was not great, but it was functional." He left and was later contacted by Kansas City, Kansas, police detectives, who asked that he come to their headquarters.

Juliette's sister, Jill, who is a nurse, was at Juliette's bedside when her eyes fluttered open just hours after surgery. She stretched out a hand for a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote the words "I was raped." A technician called a SANE — sexual assault nurse educator — had already collected DNA evidence for the crime lab.

Juliette's mother kept Molly away from the hospital, but the little girl saw the Eaton house on the news. KMBC Channel 9's Larry Moore recounted the attack as one of the day's top stories, and cameras followed a trail of blood from Juliette's home to her neighbor's porch. "That's my bike!" Molly said, pointing at the screen. Juliette's family agreed to tell Molly that her mother had been in a car accident.

Because tubes and IVs made her so inaccessible, Juliette's visitors would rub her feet. But her assailant had transformed that loving gesture into something agonizing.

"I wanted to be like, 'Stop it,'" Juliette says. "I finally could speak again and told them, 'Get the fuck off my feet. That's the last place I want you to touch.' "

She says she told the homicide detectives that McFall was not the one who had attacked her, and she described the man who had.

McFall is a criminal lawyer with a degree from the University of Missouri-Kansas City's School of Law. He asked a fellow lawyer to accompany him to Kansas City, Kansas, police headquarters. But despite the fact that Juliette had described another man — a black man (McFall is white) — he says the detectives thought she was just covering for him. "They were very belligerent with me and basically told me they thought that I did it," McFall says. "What can you say?"

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