At 18, I told a rich man I’d do anything if he helped me pay for college. The next night, he sent me to a hotel room… and when I saw eight men waiting inside, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake.
My name is Emma Carter, and I was eighteen years old when I learned how dangerous despair can be.
I had been accepted to the university I had dreamed of for years, but the tuition was far beyond what my mother and I could afford. Mom had been struggling with health problems and could no longer work full-time, so most of what I earned from my two jobs already went toward rent, food, and her bills.
