My husband is a taxi driver in Chicago. Every night, he drives until almost dawn before coming home. I always thought he was just trying to earn more money for our family. But on payday, he handed me only six hundred dollars — an amount so small it sent a chill down my spine. That night, I left our child with my mother, put on a baseball cap and a face mask, and booked a ride under a fake name. When the taxi stopped, I opened the door… and what I saw inside left me completely speechless…
It was past midnight in Chicago when Emma Sanders decided to test her own sanity. For months, she had watched…