Jasmine Yale pondered for a moment, a human trafficker?
Sort of.
Except she had followed the trafficker willingly, lured away by a lollipop.
Jasmine Yale smiled, "I had it okay, didn't suffer much, got adopted by a family."
"Really? That's good, that's good. The neighbors used to talk about you a lot, they thought you would never come back," Grandma Connor reminisced, "You must be in your twenties now, right? Have you started working? Are you married yet?"
"I am working, but not married yet."
"Do you have a boyfriend? Look at you, so beautiful, I bet a lot of boys are chasing you? Yana was also very pretty when she was young, those big eyes of yours, just like your mother's."
Jasmine Yale smiled again but didn't respond.
Upon seeing Jasmine Yale, Grandma Connor became especially emotional, and she talked more.
