When I finally found my adopted daughter after three days of searching, I thought I’d be met with anger, guilt, or even relief. But instead, I saw pure terror. There she was—pregnant, curled up in a beaten-up car at the edge of an abandoned parking lot, begging me to leave.
I found Clara in the back corner of an abandoned parking lot near the airport—nineteen years old, pregnant, and curled beneath a pile of worn-out […]