Harper's POV“How old are you?” I asked gently.“Seventeen,” she replied. Her baby-fat cheeks made her seem even younger, despite the heavy makeup she was wearing.I reached out and lightly pinched her cheek. “Don’t worry, your mom won’t find out.”“Then why are you giving us money?” Her wide eyes were full of suspicion, mixed with fear.“I want to help people around here, but I can’t help everyone. I want more people to see what life is really like here. By sharing your stories, maybe others will come forward to help too.”She didn’t fully understand, but the older woman in the group clearly did.“I’ll agree to talk, but you better make sure no one can identify us. No names, no pictures, nothing,” she warned.“Of course.”I booked a hotel room nearby, making sure it was clean and decent. When we checked in, the receptionist gave us a sleazy look. I pulled out my black card and slapped it on the counter. “Charge it.”His attitude shifted as soon as he saw the card. “Your room is on th
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