Page 56 of Doxed

Rain patters against the window as I slouch back into the couch in mine and Miles’ room. I replay the conversation with my therapist over in my head.

“I found another of the girls that I worked with. I thought she was missing, but it turns out she was in the same town as me, staying with some people Miles knows.” I stare at the computer screen where I can see my therapist. Her college degrees hang framed on the wall, and she has an overfilled bookcase behind her.

“Is that so?” She leans forward.

“Yeah.” I shake my head, still in disbelief. “They invited us to their Thanksgiving dinner, and Reyna just walked in. I thought I was seeing things at first.”

I’m still in shock that Reyna was never even taken. She and Hector snuck out, and she ended up with the Devil’s Outlaws. The entire time I was searching for her and the others, she was right here.

Anyway, I'm glad that she’s alright and I'm thankful to her.

Miles and I had a long talk on the way home that night, and I told him I didn't want to stop searching for trafficked people.

My story is over, and everyone I wanted to find has been found one way or another, but there are still millions of missing women, men, and children. Who is looking for them?

Now we are. Miles is downstairs building a website where people can submit bulletins for missing people.

It’ll be a kind of hub where people can share information about missing people and get tips from others if the missing person has been spotted.

Miles and I will also take on cases and continue to uncover traffickers and expose them to authorities.

Hopefully in the future, we can hire some people to help search the web for clues of traffickers.

My therapist was hesitant that this was what I wanted to do. She was nervous that it may bring up old feelings, but she was also proud.

I just want to help the people that are experiencing what I went through.

Loud, hurried footsteps pound up the stairs, and soon Miles is barging into the room with a tense look on his beautiful face.

“What is it?” I ask, sitting up and pushing my laptop onto the cushion beside me.

“I think the Society has resurfaced, and they took someone connected to the Outlaws.”

I’m not scared. We’re ready this time.