“David, did you forget something?”
“No. Do you have a couple of minutes to answer some questions? Zita had to get Teresa home.”
“If you’re quick.” She led him into her office and sat down. “What do you want to know?”
“How common is Teresa’s story?”
“Teresa’s is one of the worst I’ve heard in a while, but sexual assault is common among the girls who arrive. If they weren’t abused before they left home, they are often abused by the traffickers bringing them here.”
He felt sick. “Do many get sent back home?”
She nodded. “It depends on the judge and how clear their case is. Most of these kids don’t think about bringing evidence with them, they very rarely even have money. They just run. Those who are looking for a better life, but have no real problems at home, aside from the usual poverty, generally get sent back. Those like Teresa, who have a true asylum case take longer to process and we have a good success rate with them.”
“But it’s not one hundred percent?”
“No. Unfortunately.”
He couldn’t understand it. How could anyone listen to Teresa’s story and not grant her asylum?
Shelly glanced at her watch.
He’d taken enough of her time. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
David walked out and stood under cover in the entrance, watching the rain that was falling in sheets. It was a miserable gray day, and it suited his mood.
How did Zita cope hearing the girls’ stories? It was gut-wrenching, and the girls must need counseling. He was a little shell-shocked himself. He’d been friends with Carly for years, and had never known the kind of work she was involved in. Was he completely self-absorbed?
He had a good life. His family was high on the ridiculously wealthy scale, and he’d never gone without. He ran a hand through his hair. He wanted time to process what he’d learned, do some research of his own, check statistics and start putting together some details, but he was due at work.
Exhaling, he tried to clear his jumbled thoughts. He’d take this opportunity to learn about immigration and about those less fortunate than himself. Hopefully he’d be able to help in some way.
Pleased with his decision, he dashed out to his car.
