“I miss my mom,” Namata said one day. Jessica asked gently, “You mean the woman who was mean to you?” Namata looked at her in confusion: “No, my mom is nice. She loves me. She used to walk me to school.”
The more the girl spoke, the more the blood ran cold in Adam and Jessica’s veins. She talked about a happy childhood, about brothers and sisters, about how her mother hugged her. She wasn’t an orphan. She hadn’t been abandoned.
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The couple realized: something was wrong. The agency had lied to them. But the truth turned out to be much scarier than just a paperwork error. This was a human trafficking scheme.
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