I started something too.
Detective Okafor and I stayed in touch — she’s a friend now, the truest kind, forged in the worst night of my life — and together we set up a resource. A quiet network, run through a foundation in my father’s name, that helps people who suspect what I suspected and don’t know what to do with it.
The ones who find a search they can’t explain.
The ones who notice the insurance policy they didn’t buy.
The ones who feel the cold thing under their ribs and are told they’re paranoid.
We help them do what Toby taught me to do: don’t confront. Don’t panic. Document. Get safe. Get help that knows how to make it stick.
Because the most dangerous moment for a person in my old position is the moment they let the other person know they know.
Toby understood that at nineteen.
Now we teach it.
