Epilogue

Epilogue

Four Months Later

Tara shifts in her sleep kicking and screaming fighting off, what I can only imagine is the nightmare of my cousin and Uncle. It makes my heart sink watching her struggle with the invisible attackers desperately. Frankie told me what she said about her being drugged and too afraid to eat or sleep for two days because she was scared. The look on my brother’s face when he told me about her requesting a rape kit because she was terrified, he had taken advantage of her. While he recounted her story of the first day alone with him to me.

It was enough to make me want to dig their asses back up and torture the bastards all over again. It had been four months since we found her in the tunnels half-naked and covered in dirt, her feet bloody and bruised from her running barefoot in those tunnels alone. She was a survivor, my girl, she hadn’t given up once. Not even when she was staring down the barrel of my uncle’s thirty-eight.

When I heard the shot ring out in th