Live Stream Slut No More

The fluorescent hum of the hospital room mocked the silence where my joy should have been. I had just given my son, Liam, a kidney, a piece of myself to save his life. My husband, Robert Sterling, texted me heart emojis, calling me a hero.

Then, a detective called, informing me Robert had been kidnapped. An unknown number sent a video: Robert, bruised and tied, a distorted voice demanding a humiliating live-streamed performance from me to save him.

For three nights, I became a public spectacle, the "Live Stream Slut," watching my hard-earned reputation, my mother's esteemed design firm…