Who would believe a man like that was a human trafficker?
“I’m not his sister! I’m not—!”
My voice broke into sobs, my eyes burning red, tears streaming uncontrollably.
And yet…
No one moved.
At that moment, a despair rose from deep in my bones—an aching sense of being abandoned by the whole world.
But I refused to give up.
As long as there was the slightest hope, I would cling to it.
My gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on a woman in her fifties, who looked kind.
Our eyes met.
Some impulse made the words almost tear out of my throat:
“Mom—!!”
The woman’s expression changed instantly.
My eyes stung, and I cried even harder. “Mom, help me—!!”
That one word—mom—hit every woman present right in the heart.
The hesitant auntie rushed over and pulled me into her arms,
