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“Miss Charles?” The agent waited at the table

I wipedto catch my balance My hands shook

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered

The door opened and a hand reached in to remove the trash can It was immediately replaced with a new one I felt the eh me

I sat across from him, encased in humiliation and fear

When I looked down at the table there was a picture in front of me A black and white photo of a man

My fingers touched the corners and I held it toward my face

It was a ular jaw He had dark hair Dark eyes And long eyelashes that took hn

I looked up at Agent Kenneth “Why did you hand this to me?”

“Do you know him?”

I stared at Vaughn’s face I wanted to trace over his full lips I didn’t know if thishorrible had happened to hih hn needed me He needed my help

“Y-yes, I do Is he all right?” I asked quietly

The agent laughed “I’d say he’s about five ht”

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head “I apologize I realize this isn’t a humorous situation”