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For two years, I walked my neighbor’s daughter to school. She called me Daddy. Then one morning, a man who looked just like her showed up, grabbed her hand, and told me he had a deal that changed everything.
Two years ago, after finishing my night shift, I was walking home when I heard a child crying.
Just the kind of crying someone makes when they’ve already been crying for a long time.
I followed the sound. What else was I supposed to do?
It led me to a little girl sitting by a dumpster behind an apartment building.
She was wearing a school uniform, knees pulled to her chest, backpack on the ground beside her.
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