I pull her into me, holding her tight like she's my anchor in a storm.
"This is just great," Enzo says. "I'm the one who stays up all night looking for clues, and she's the one you celebrate with."
I walk toward him and crush him in a hug.
“Thank you,” I say. “You know more than anyone how much this means to me.”
He pats my back. “Don’t celebrate just yet. All we know for sure right now is that she’s out there somewhere. And we have apossiblelocation for where she could be. It doesn't mean that we'll find her there."
I know he’s right, but I can’t help but get carried away.
We’re so close. I can almost taste it.
“Tell me everything,” I say.
Enzo glances at Grace. She looks at me and walks to the bedroom.
There's still heartbreak in her eyes because of the words I refused to say. I want to reassure her, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to say the right things.
Enzo walks toward the balcony. I follow him, closing the sliding door behind me.
“I hacked into their computers,” he says. "It took a while, but I eventually found what I was searching for in one of the files. It had information about the locations where the girls are being sent after they're...groomed. There are clubs all over the world. They look like ordinary clubs from the outside, but sinister things happen beneath the surface. The women and children have their passports and their identities taken away, and…you know the rest.”
Enzo is sugarcoating everything, but each word still feels like a dagger to my heart.
I can't even bring myself to imagine what Ida has gone through until now.
“Where is she, Enzo?” I ask.
"Southeast Asia," he says. “From what I’ve found, she’s one of the performers at a beach club in Bali. I don’t know if the information is up to date, but I'll send someone to infiltrate the club."
"I'll go myself," I say.
"I don’t think that is wise,” Enzo says. "This is too personal for you. You'll get emotional, and you'll make mistakes. And this is bigger than you. It's not just about your sister, but about all the women who are being forced to live a life they never chose. It's about giving them their dignity back."
"What's the name of the club?" I ask him.
“Have you heard a single word I just said?” he asks.
“Did you hack into the club's security cameras?" I ask, ignoring him. "I want to see her face.”
Enzo sighs. "You're not going to let me do things my way, are you?"
"I've waited far too long for this, Enzo," I say. "I understand why you're concerned, but I can handle it.”
"It might be too much," he warns me. "Especially the video footage. This is the kind of stuff you can't unsee."
I take a deep breath as I process what he's saying. My twin sister is working at a shady club in Bali. I don't know what kind of work she's being made to do there, but I know watching it will leave emotional scars that will never fade.
"I'm going to burn that club to the ground," I say.
“This is exactly the kind of behavior I’m talking about,” he says. “You can’t just go there and set things on fire. There are thousands of clubs like these around the world. We have to look at the bigger picture and act accordingly.”
“Show me a photograph of her,” I say. “Please.”
Enzo hesitates, then opens his iPad and goes to the photo gallery. He took photographs of everything he found at the address. When my sister's face fills the screen, my heart fractures in two.
I've never felt a mixture of pain and euphoria like this.
