I Left with the Traffickers
Language: en
The theme park was packed. My parents let go of my hand so they could grab front-row spots for Leo, my twin brother. That made it ninety-nine times. I didn't cry. I didn't panic. I just stood there. Then a strange woman leaned down. "Are you lost, sweetheart? I can help you find your mom." I recognized her instantly. She was the wanted kidnapper from the morning news. I grabbed her hand anyway. "Okay. Thanks."