Why She Refused to Run
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Summary
Three years after I was kidnapped, the police finally raided the compound.
In the interrogation room, the detective asked me, her eyes rimmed with red:
"Why didn't you run? You had so many chances to call for help."
I stared at her, genuinely bewildered.
"Why would I run? The food was free, and they didn't charge me for sleeping on the floor."
The detective froze.
She didn't know that in the place I called home, my biological parents ran a strict pay-per-use system. A glass of hot water was fifty cents. A meal was two dollars.
