The morning after Victor's arrest, I woke to find my apartment surrounded by news vans. The story had exploded overnight. Billionaire Philanthropist Exposes System Network, the headlines screamed. Some outlets questioned whether I was a visionary or a madman. Others simply wanted my first interview.
I ignored them all.
Rosie was sleeping on my couch, still recovering from the trauma of her kidnapping. The doctors said she had no serious injuries, but psychological wounds don't show up on X-rays. When she woke that morning, she couldn't remember how much time had passed since Victor took her. She thought it had been days when it was only hours.
I sat beside her with coffee, and she looked at me with an expression I had never seen before. Not gratitude. Not relief. Something closer to fea
