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and it may hurt April physically. Am I really strong enough to be in the same area code as Blake’s ex-girlfriend, April’s attacker and Blake himself, if it comes down to it? I have no idea. Jason is saying one thing, but my gut is telling me I may be agreeing to take a massive risk.
“Agent Cooper, how much of everything you’ve told me is grounded in evidence, and how much is speculation?”
“Carrie, all I can ask is for you to trust that we’ve come to these findings through a thorough investigative process. Can you do that? Do you trust me?”
Trust. There’s that word again. I hate the word just as much as the act of giving it to yet another man. Still, what choice do I have? This operation he’s looking to undergo gives me more involvement than anything Blake ever offered. I have a chance to help find April, so for the moment, I have to try out this trust thing again.
“I think so.”
“Good, trust is a habit, it’s a muscle. When you use it, it gets stronger. You might be afraid, but I will help you get through this, okay?”
His voice is so calm and self-assured, I can’t help feeling better. If I trust him, I could be heading into one of the most dangerous situations I’ve ever been in. There’s a decision to be made.
“Okay. Yes. I’ll do it.”
We set up a time to meet before I hang up the phone. The notes on my laptop suddenly look incredibly detailed. I begin to see everything in extreme close-up, the way our sight focuses in when the adrenalin is pumping. The pixels of the screen almost throb in the light reflected off a mirror behind me. This is one of those moments in time where my life is about to change forever. Knowing this and then making the decision to go ahead anyway is on me.
A birthday notification pops up in my email box. Without Facebook, I probably wouldn’t remember anyone’s big day, so I head on to the site, make the appropriate encouraging comments, and end up distracting myself with some memories from the past. Looking through photos makes me melancholy.
It’s a sad day when your history seems so far away. Even the photos of me from a few weeks ago look like a different person. My happy smiling face looks foreign. If that girl had any idea of what she’d face less than a month later, she would never have left Iowa. Life just falls down around us sometimes. There’s no warning.
I pay the waitress and head back to my room. For a moment, I cry. I know it’s not productive, but I can’t help myself. A dark mood has settled over me. It has everything to do with finding out about Blake’s lies. Who knows if anything he’s told me is the truth.
I picture my heart inside my chest. Instead of healthily beating, it’s a shriveled up prune, black and rotting. Somehow, it’s still keeping me breathing, and seeing every detail in the fabric of the comforter on my bed.
This is where the rubber hits the road. If I’m serious about helping April, now is the time to do something. Who would have thought my pre-teen detective fantasies would become a reality. The irony is ridiculous. I’ve never been more scared in my life.
The idea of manipulating Blake to get in front of to his ex; trying to turn them against each other; and entrapping her or the both of them for human trafficking; and saving my best friend in the process—well, it’s horrific.
The most important person in this is April. I care about uncovering what Blake’s been doing, but more than anything, I want my friend back. I want us to be back in Iowa and to have all of this forgotten. Lately, every time I want to share something, I forget she’s not here. I miss her deeply, and I haven’t stopped lately to imagine what she’s going through.
April is beautiful, the blond hair and perfect body will make her a target for every sleazebag on the block. If they put her on the street it will likely be the end of her. She’s not strong enough to cope with something this
“Agent Cooper, how much of everything you’ve told me is grounded in evidence, and how much is speculation?”
“Carrie, all I can ask is for you to trust that we’ve come to these findings through a thorough investigative process. Can you do that? Do you trust me?”
Trust. There’s that word again. I hate the word just as much as the act of giving it to yet another man. Still, what choice do I have? This operation he’s looking to undergo gives me more involvement than anything Blake ever offered. I have a chance to help find April, so for the moment, I have to try out this trust thing again.
“I think so.”
“Good, trust is a habit, it’s a muscle. When you use it, it gets stronger. You might be afraid, but I will help you get through this, okay?”
His voice is so calm and self-assured, I can’t help feeling better. If I trust him, I could be heading into one of the most dangerous situations I’ve ever been in. There’s a decision to be made.
“Okay. Yes. I’ll do it.”
We set up a time to meet before I hang up the phone. The notes on my laptop suddenly look incredibly detailed. I begin to see everything in extreme close-up, the way our sight focuses in when the adrenalin is pumping. The pixels of the screen almost throb in the light reflected off a mirror behind me. This is one of those moments in time where my life is about to change forever. Knowing this and then making the decision to go ahead anyway is on me.
A birthday notification pops up in my email box. Without Facebook, I probably wouldn’t remember anyone’s big day, so I head on to the site, make the appropriate encouraging comments, and end up distracting myself with some memories from the past. Looking through photos makes me melancholy.
It’s a sad day when your history seems so far away. Even the photos of me from a few weeks ago look like a different person. My happy smiling face looks foreign. If that girl had any idea of what she’d face less than a month later, she would never have left Iowa. Life just falls down around us sometimes. There’s no warning.
I pay the waitress and head back to my room. For a moment, I cry. I know it’s not productive, but I can’t help myself. A dark mood has settled over me. It has everything to do with finding out about Blake’s lies. Who knows if anything he’s told me is the truth.
I picture my heart inside my chest. Instead of healthily beating, it’s a shriveled up prune, black and rotting. Somehow, it’s still keeping me breathing, and seeing every detail in the fabric of the comforter on my bed.
This is where the rubber hits the road. If I’m serious about helping April, now is the time to do something. Who would have thought my pre-teen detective fantasies would become a reality. The irony is ridiculous. I’ve never been more scared in my life.
The idea of manipulating Blake to get in front of to his ex; trying to turn them against each other; and entrapping her or the both of them for human trafficking; and saving my best friend in the process—well, it’s horrific.
The most important person in this is April. I care about uncovering what Blake’s been doing, but more than anything, I want my friend back. I want us to be back in Iowa and to have all of this forgotten. Lately, every time I want to share something, I forget she’s not here. I miss her deeply, and I haven’t stopped lately to imagine what she’s going through.
April is beautiful, the blond hair and perfect body will make her a target for every sleazebag on the block. If they put her on the street it will likely be the end of her. She’s not strong enough to cope with something this
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