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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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elegant flair despite the wear and tear she’d inflicted upon it. She leaned over and grabbed the glass of wine that had been sitting on the coffee

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

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

you were right about Mr. Erickson.

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

“Yes, Linda. I believe you, and I want to seek justice for what you’ve been through.

before realizing her glass was empty. With a lazy grunt, she hauled herself off the couch and stomped into the kitchen.

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

filled her glass, not stopping until it reached the brim. “Suit yourself. Suppose you need your wits about you now. I take it

help, I’m hoping we can expose the truth and make sure he can’t harm anyone else. Justice can still be

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

couch opposite of me. “He knew I wouldn’t say ‘no‘ to the

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words and fought back a gag. “Does he think he’s running a

she stumbled slightly and spilt some wine on the couch cushion. The red wine bled right into its creamy surface, adding yet

Sinclair…Our careers are ruined. Speaking up won’t

who have suffered. We can make a difference. We can hold him accountable for his actions and ensure that others won’t

her wine. I glanced briefly at the door, wondering if Timothy was still waiting behind it,

lips on the back of her hand and looked in my direction. “What the hell am I

in a deep breath, catching the lost look in her foggy eyes. “I need an impact statement from you, fi you’d be willing. You don’t even

resignation. She cupped the glass in her hands and swirled it around, as if it would produce an answer. I stood up and walked

gently, hoping to appeal to her emotions, to stir the same determination and hope that had ignited within me. Despite all

“Okay, so let’s say that I write the statement. Don’t expect it

Linda, and thank you. Your testimony will be crucial. We’re in this together, and we’ll do everything in our

and shook her head. Tiredly, she rolled her eyes

which had various

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drawing herself from the conversation. “Now, go away. You’re cutting

apartment, 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