The men’s room was around the corner from the women’s. Shared a thin wall. That’s why I heard them so clearly.
“She’s not worth two grand. Look at her arms.”
“She’s young. That’s what matters. Clean her up, she’ll pass for eighteen.”
“My buyer wants younger. Fourteen, fifteen tops.”
My hands started shaking. I knew what this was. Had heard about it. Read articles. Never thought I’d stumble into it.
“Please,” a girl’s voice. Young. Desperate. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”Continue reading…
