NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

Mr. Miller seemed like a really good listener when we talked on phone, but in person, he was even way better. He had his eyes fixed on me as I spoke, and his facial expression was that of a deep, unspoken empathy. He sipped his soda slowly, never once taking his eyes from me as I talked.

"So what happened after that?" He asked me.

"The beginning of my worst nightmare, Mr. Miller," I said. "He abducted me. I was tied and bundled into a car, whilst blindfolded, and driven ...