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reached Solid Ground. We’re here to help you. Are you in a safe place?”
    “Yes,” I replied, my voice shaking, along with the rest of my body. This call was the first step in my plan and I’d summoned every ounce of courage I had to pick up the phone.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Vanessa,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder. Royce’s goon Travis was never far from ear shot. I’d retreated to my private bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping it was enough to keep him from intruding.
    “Tell me what we can do to help, Vanessa,” Grace said.
    I took a deep breath and the words spilled out in a frantic explosion.
    “I’ve been held captive for ten years…by this man, this monster…” I began, trying desperately to hold it together. I’d dreamed about this day for so long, planned it perfectly so that I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but now that the time had come, I was tripping over my words and overcome by anxiety.
    “You don’t have to tell me the whole story right now, Vanessa. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. Right now, I want to make sure you're safe. What can we do to help you right now?”
    “It’s a long story,” I said. “I’m safe enough, right now. He doesn’t hit me. It’s not like that. He’s a very powerful man, very rich, extremely ruthless. He - he - he’s a sex trafficker. He’s got connections everywhere - cops, politicians, judges - everyone. He’s untouchable. I just need to get away from him, from his men, so I can try to save all the other girls.”
    “We can help you, Vanessa,” she said, her voice sounding so reassuring it was like a warm rain washing over me. “You sound like you’ve thought this out. Do you have a plan of your own?”
    “Thank you, oh, thank you so much!” I replied, relief flooding my veins. “I do have a plan, I think it might work…”
    I went on for another five minutes, explaining how things worked around Royce’s mansion, about my schedule, his lifestyle, fucking Travis, my constant follower that Royce pretended was my bodyguard but was really just a guard. It was complicated, and I’d never be able to do it alone, but if the little information I had about Solid Ground was true, then maybe together we could pull it off.
    By the time I hung up the phone, the bathroom was full of steam. I wiped the fog from the mirror, and stared at my face. I hated this fucking face with a passion.
    Because it wasn’t mine. It was the remnants of a terrible tale, the only lasting evidence of a personal history I wished I could erase from my brain. But how can you forget something that stares you in the eye every time you look in the mirror? Shit, who was I kidding?
    I’d never forget.
    Even if I get out of here alive, I’ll never forget. I’ll still have this hideous reminder.
    I missed my face, but I also missed my old self, my old life. I was just a kid then, but I was filled with love.
    Now? I was filled with bitterness. There was no saving me. It was way too late for that. That girl died years ago, in an explosion that took everything else with it. But maybe, just maybe, there was still time to save the dozens of girls that my monstrous husband had enslaved.
    I shoved my head under the faucet, so my hair would be wet, as proof to Travis that I’d actually been in the shower. My thoughts drifted off to a better time, a sweeter time, and for a second, I allowed myself to remember the good moments.
    Moments with my mother, who had died way too soon.
    Moments with my father, who had tried so hard to give me a good life after she’d died. There were good times with my father, but I had developed such a painful hatred for him over the years that it was hard to summon them.
    I didn’t hate him for agreeing to fix Royce’s ruined face after he’d been set on fire by two vengeful girls that he was abusing. I didn’t hate him for faking our deaths to flee Royce and his men afterwards.
    I could forgive him for those things.
    He