I sat with her in the brothel today. I haven’t seen her since before Christmas. She has weighed heavy on my heart ❤️ throughout the months. It was bittersweet to see her. She welcomed me with a warm embrace and we began to talk and connect. To catch up on important things like her family life, any medical needs.. any needs at all.. she asked me about Essy and we laughed at my response saying she was “loca” in a fun loving way. Spending time with her is always lighthearted. Although we do dive in and out of deeper things. She shared that she is now living with her new boyfriend and that they talk of moving to Spain. She says she does not want to be in this work and that she hopes she can work in a restaurant or clean in Spain. My heart dropped, the hope I held before that this could be a boyfriend that perhaps has nothing to do with the trade vanished. I am almost 💯 sure he is involved and trafficking her which means that these hopes she is carrying to get other work in Spain are not truth. He has told her that they will visit her family in Venezuela and then settle in Madrid where his “abuelas” live. My heart dropped when I heard this. She has no idea. I gave her what I could. Prayer. A song “pon tus ojos con Jesús” and the reassurance to keep our number and that I have contacts in Spain. Unfortunately, this is all I can give her. It feels so helpless. I want to take her home with me. Give her a new life. Give her the hopes that she has for herself. As she made a joke, before she stepped into the room to serve a client, I told her that Jesus must love her because he tells me to pray for her all the time. She smiled so sweetly and said, “I know”. It was heartbreaking to leave her. I didn’t want one more client getting to take advantage of her. But there was nothing I could do. I had to leave. My time was up.