Valentine card with love letter from her secret-not-secret man. The secret-man-in-plain-sight.
She'd dress for him while leaving for "dog sitting". She'd wear the doggo's favorite green evening dress. Apparently it brought out the animal in him.
She went back to sex work. I was able to save her for a while. A few minutes in the scheme of things, but it was two years on the calendar.
Turned out neither secret man nor dog nor I were able to save her. Only she can do that.