After a couple of phone calls, Tom drove Roxanne home to get her clothes. He insisted she wasn't safe and needed to stay with him for a while. She didn't want to disagree. Tom said he had someone trying to trace the text, find out what could be done.
“Don't just pay off the debt. I know you want to. You think that will solve everything," Roxanne said, trying to fold things neatly into a duffel bag, becoming frustrated that the clothes wouldn't lay nicely in the bag and instead looked like a crumpled mess.
Tom shrugged. “Won't it? Haven't we seen enough? I don't want them to kidnap you again - or worse." He grabbed one of her shirts she had failed to properly fold and crisply created creases on both sides, doubled it over, and handed it back to Roxanne.
“I know, it's just, I need more i
