They were wrong.
Because every dollar she sent me came with a question I was too afraid to ask:
What was my daughter sacrificing to send me all that money?
For twelve years, I convinced myself that Mary Lou was happy.
Then one morning, I bought a plane ticket to South Korea without telling her.
What I found inside her house changed everything I believed about my daughter’s life.
And before I left Korea, I made a decision that cost me almost everything I had.