I Found a Terrified Little Girl While Making a Delivery and Adopted Her – 16 Years Later She Said, ‘I Never Want to See You Again’

We picked a busy café downtown, the kind with huge windows and teenagers doing homework at every table.

I called the non-emergency police line the day before and asked, very calmly, what to do if someone was trying to extort me.

They said to document everything and offered to have an officer nearby, “just in case.”

So when we walked in, I clocked the uniform near the door and felt my shoulders drop half an inch.

Rosie was white-knuckling her cup of hot chocolate when he arrived.

He walked in like he owned the place—nice shirt, good watch, clean haircut, confidence turned up to 11.

He scanned the room and smiled when he saw her.

“There’s my girl,” he said, arms opening like he expected her to run into them.

She didn’t move.

He sat, looked at me like I was something stuck to his shoe, then turned back to Rosie.

“So,” he said. “Did you bring it?”

I slid a thick envelope across the table.

His smile widened.

He opened it, expecting cash.

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