I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
“Where’s your mother?” The cop asked in Korean, banging on the table. She understood a little bit of Korean but not enough to comprehend. The cops had picked her up in an alley after someone called about a confused girl speaking gibberish outside an eatery.
She crossed her arms, “Unless you get me a translator, I’m not answering your questions.”
What could she say anyway? My mother dragged me to Korea to ditch me?