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Dasia
A week after the big take down, I finally got to hear Stacey’s voice. She hadn’t been r***d—thank God, but it had been Ivan and his goons who’d grabbed her off the sidewalk while she’d been walking home from school that Friday. And yes, I’d mentioned Pia to her that day on the phone—and she’d known Pia had moved to the north shore to be with her motorcycle man.
Learning she’d gotten two black eyes and one smashed finger to get that information out of her made me feel like absolute s**t, but also gave me that same sense of belonging, as though I had a true friend in my corner.
Stacey had spent time in a basement, same as me, and had been tossed into the container at the harbor less than twenty-four hours prior to the arrests and the women’s rescue.
Two weeks later, she’d heale
