“And those are women who came to you for help?” Chan gazed at the photos on the bulletin board trying to spot the woman she was looking for. “It seems like there’s a lot of them.”
“Drop in the bucket…” Lynn returned to her desk, opened a drawer and flopped a fat file folder on the desktop. “There’s about thirty more in here and we get two or three showing up every week. They’re all lost and scared, looking for help and sometimes in bad shape from beatings or other abuse. What I do is just try to get them immediate medical attention and then give them a little breathing room, a safe place to stay while we try to get them returned home, declared refugees or moved on to some other humanitarian organization that can provide training or gainful employment. As usual with these kinds of programs
