She had a point. I’d seen it before. System protecting its own.
“The tracks on your arms,” I said. “They mentioned that.”
Three days. This sixteen-year-old had been trafficked for three days across multiple states and nobody had noticed.
“You said your mom’s looking for you.”
“I lied. My mom’s dead. OD’d when I was seven. That’s why I went into foster care.”
“Other family?”
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