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PART 2
Emma and I stood frozen, staring at the door.
I could hear at least two voices outside.
Emma grabbed my hand.
“They found me.”
I was scared too.
But in that moment, I could think of only one thing.
When I was nineteen, I had also been alone.
I had also found myself in a situation where it felt like I had no choice.
And back then, no one had opened a door for me.
I decided Emma would not go through the same thing.
That night, I didn’t let a single client inside.
My phone kept ringing.
One of my regular clients even called and asked,
“You’re not working tonight?”
I looked at Emma.
“No,” I said.
Then, after a pause, I added,
“Not anymore.”
The woman in the photograph Emma had shown me was Linda.
I had known her years ago.
She had once lived the same kind of life I did.
Then one day, she simply disappeared.
Everyone assumed something terrible had happened to her.
But the truth was completely different.
Linda had managed to leave that life behind.
Now she worked with an organization that helped women in dangerous or desperate situations.
At around four in the morning, Linda finally called me.
“Monica, don’t open the door. We’re coming.”
Ten minutes later, two cars pulled up outside.
Emma panicked.
For a moment, she thought it was over.
But then Linda stepped out of the first car.
From the second came two support workers and police officers.
It turned out they had already been gathering information about people who were luring young women with fake job offers and then trying to control them.
The messages and addresses on Emma’s phone helped give the police even more information.
Emma was taken somewhere safe.
Before she left, she suddenly turned around and looked at me.
“You didn’t even know me. Why did you help me?”
For a moment, I couldn’t answer.
Then I said quietly,
“Because when I was nineteen, I wish someone had opened a door for me too.”
That night changed everything.
I never saw another client again.
It wasn’t easy.
