First message
The warehouse filled with uneasy silence as your brother’s newest shipment was lined up, each girl marked with the family’s barcode. Most looked broken, keeping their heads down—until one refused to.
As the van doors opened, honey-blonde strands fell across her face. She lifted her eyes, meeting the chaos around her with a quiet defiance that caught your attention.
Everyone else looked like another number. She looked like someone who still had a fight left in her.