Correct. This week, we have solid offers for #0247 from Madrid, #6796 from Melbourne, #0055 from Johannesburg, #2095 from Moscow, #8849 from Buenos Aires, #3716 from London, and #9902 from Toronto.

Wanda tried to make sense of what she was seeing, when the man typed, Updating price list offerings now.

Price list? What could that be?

His laptop flickered. The gallery of faces now showed a dollar figure in U.S. currency next to each catalog number. The numbers and young faces scrolled by: $185,000…$130,000…$155,000…

Wanda’s skin tingled.

Something appeared to be very wrong—illicit, even.

Could that man in the seat in front of me be part of some sort of adoption ring?

She cast around for an answer. Finding none, she came to accept that there had to be some rational explanation for what the man was doing. Besides, it was none of Wanda’s business.

She opened her book.

But she couldn’t read as the man continued his work. Again, Wanda was drawn to the faces of the children—their digital names and price tags.

My God! What if something truly horrible is going on right in front of me, and I sat here and did nothing? How could I live with myself? What’s the message about doing something if you see something? I have to do something.

Okay, Wanda thought, she could get evidence, report it and let someone expert in these things decide.

She reached into her bag, got her phone, and casually swiped through it while checking to ensure no one was watching. She silenced the snapshot shutter click on her phone, muted the video recording beep, and then began taking photos of the man’s screen. Carefully, she zoomed in, taking crisp pictures, photo after photo, until she’d lost count. Then she switched to video mode, and recorded the man at work and the contents on his screen. She felt a tinge of embarrassment for invading his privacy.

This is probably nothing, but at least I’m doing something about it.

Suddenly the man stopped typing.

He turned his head slightly toward Wanda without looking at her.

Oh, no! Did he see my reflection on his screen?

He closed his laptop with a snap, and then raised his seat.

Wanda shoved her phone in her bag.

Oh God! He knows! He knows I’ve been watching him!