I click on the copyright laws and find the email. I gather myself well enough to compose a quick email.
I go to the kitchen to get a cup of tea while I wait for an email back. I'm nervous, but I'm also feeling pretty good about reaching out, so I tell Helen about it. Helen: First and foremost, are you comfortable enough doing that?
Me: I think so. I had to do something, Helen. I couldn't just let them get away with stealing my story, now could I?
Helen: No, I guess not. I wish you the best of luck. I truly hope this works for you. One more question: You don't have to answer, but I truly want to know. Do you have the funds to pay for this?
Me: I do. I have money put aside for emergencies. I know it's not a real one, but- yeah I have the funds.
Helen: Okay, I just wanted to make sure. You have enough for that and enough to live on, right?
Me: I do. I promise.
Helen: Okay. I just need to make sure. I had to make sure my best friend wasn't going broke because of that thief.
Just as I'm about to log off, an email comes through. It's from the copyright lawyer. My cursor hovers over the email, too scared to open it.