My dad told me to leave on my eighteenth birthday and the stranger in a suit who found me behind a restaurant one week later

He gestured toward a black sedan parked nearby.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable. You look like you could use a meal and a shower.”

I should have been suspicious. I should have questioned everything. But I was eighteen years old, homeless, starving, and completely out of options.

So I got in the car.

That was the moment my life changed forever.