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The drive to the location Linda had provided was filled with anticipation and anxiety. I couldn’t help but reflect on the incredible strength and resilience Linda had shown by agreeing to share her painful story with me. It was

a testament to her courage and her desire to heal and find closure.

As we pulled up to the address, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. My interactions with Linda had already revealed the depth of her suffering, and I knew that there was

more to her story that she had yet to share.

Timothy and I found ourselves outside Linda’s door, and I reached to knock lightly on its peeling surface. A long minute passed, and Timothy looked at me, still hesitant about the whole thing. He didn’t get to voice his concerns too soon, because the door creaked open and a head of messy, blonde hair peeked out. I couldn’t help but notice the disarray behind her. The whole place was out of order, with papers and personal items strewn about. It was a stark contrast to the well–kept woman that I’d seen previously, who wouldn’t even let a hair out of place unless it was purposeful.

“Linda, hi,” I said carefully, forcing a smile.

She lifted her head, revealing pale, skeptical eyes that shifted from me to Timothy. Her solemn expression

quickly turned sour. “Why is he here? I thought we were meeting one–on–one.”

I could sense the tension in the room, and Timothy grunted uncomfortably, looking to me for assistance. I quickly intervened, my voice calm and empathetic. “Linda, I apologize for the surprise, but Timothy is here as moral support. He promised to wait outside though, so we could discuss things privately.”

She glared at him once more, still cowering behind the door. I suppose her last interaction with him hadn’t been so pleasant, although she had initiated the hostility. Her long nails dug into the door, leaving crescent marks in the aging paint, and she sighed heavily.

“You may come in,” she told me, avoiding Timothy’s gaze.

“I can wait out here,” Timothy decided.

I turned to him and tapped his arm reassuringly. “We won’t be long.”

When I stepped into Linda’s apartment, the atmosphere was tense and filled with unspoken words. She allowed me inside but firmly shut the door, creating a barrier that made me feel slightly cornered. Timothy was right

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She leaned over and grabbed the glass of wine that had been sitting

steps, keeping my voice low. “Linda, I promise you, I come in peace. I

at me through her bangs, her red stained lips twisted harshly. “Help me? How

were right about Mr. Erickson. He targeted you, just as he

fear flashed across her face. “You’re saying you believe me

Linda. I believe you, and I want to seek justice for what you’ve been through. I’m sorry that I was so blind, too caught up in getting ahead that I thought I was

went to take another swig of wine before realizing her glass was empty. With a

state of her apartment, I wasn’t sure anything was safe to

until it reached the brim. “Suit yourself. Suppose you need your wits about you now. I take it your

the

back into the living room. If nothing else, she still had her practiced

does it to all his ‘favorite girls,” she said, leaning over the couch opposite of me. “He knew I wouldn’t say ‘no‘ to the

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favorite girls,” I repeated her words and fought back a gag. “Does he think he’s running a

to sit up, she stumbled slightly and spilt some wine on the couch

it, Evie Sinclair…Our careers are ruined. Speaking up won’t change

stated firmly. “Linda, it’s not too late for justice. It’s not just about us; it’s about all the women who have suffered. We can make a difference. We can hold him accountable for his

stretched between us, and she sipped pensively on her wine. I glanced briefly at the door, wondering if Timothy was still waiting behind it, or

on the back of her hand and looked in my

deep breath, catching the lost look in her foggy eyes. “I need an impact statement from you, fi

cupped the glass in her hands and swirled it around, as if it would

within me. Despite all that happened, she had endured so much in that office, and I couldn’t stand by and watch her suffer in silence while her story could

up, her voice trembling. “Okay,

hand, holding it softly. “It will, Linda, and thank you. Your testimony will be crucial. We’re in this together, and we’ll do everything in our power

mine, and shook her head. Tiredly, she

at the computer on her desk, which had

up,” said Linda. “Don’t

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I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of hope and determination. The truth could finally come to light, and the pursuit of justice was gaining momentum. The culture of silence and complicity that had allowed individuals like Mr. Erickson to thrive was beginning to crumble, and the promise of change and accountability was on