“This is bigger than I thought,” he admitted, his voice tight with determination.

We spent the next few hours planning our next move, contacting the authorities and preparing to expose Derrick’s operation. It was terrifying to confront the reality of what had been happening right under my nose, but with my brother by my side, I felt a glimmer of hope. This nightmare might finally come to an end.

As dawn broke, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I realized how far I had come—from a woman trapped in a silent nightmare to someone who was reclaiming her life. It would be a long journey, but I vowed to seek justice, not just for myself, but for every woman Derrick had wronged. The fear that had held me captive was now fuel for my resolve, pushing me toward a future where I could finally feel safe again.