yuck. I have not lived under a rock. I know this happens. I know it’s important to not over-look something so horrible just because I feel completely powerless.
Last night I woke up – almost upright – and heard myself thinking these words, really loudly “HUMAN TRAFFICKING”. It kept me awake for hours.
It was this story that set me off. I have met Anne. It’s suddenly different when you know someone who knows.