First time author Carissa Phelps was 12 when her mother dropped her off at Fresno’s Juvenile Hall and drove away. Since Phelps hadn’t committed a crime, the authorities couldn’t formally book her, so she slept in the lobby for three consecutive nights. She was soon placed in a group home, and promptly ran away—beginning a cycle of incarceration, living on the streets, and human sexual trafficking that’s familiar to many of the young women I work with. Indeed, statistics show that more than one-third of them are approached by pimps within 48 hours of being on the streets.