Epilogue
It was almost a year before the trials began and although I wouldn’t normally attend, this time, I made an exception. I wasn’t there alone though, the victims of the trafficking ring showed up every day, along with parents and friends. They were determined to represent those victims who hadn’t been lucky enough to survive, like Eva, who’d been beaten and tossed in a ditch like trash.
Michael and Melody had started a foundation in her name, and many of the others had volunteered to make trafficking of any kind, a thing of the past. Although it couldn’t bring back those who hadn’t survived, it was satisfying to hear the judge sentence Chanel Pinkay, aka Kennedy Sinclair and Frank Monty, aka Montgomery, to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Wally, Stacy, and Cesar we
