Taken to "London" for a "Medical Course"

I am writing this from the back of a police van. My hands are cuffed, but the policeman is allowing me to type this because he is in shock too. He says he has never seen evil like this.

My name is Mrs. Mueni. Three years ago, my husband, Gerald, told me he had secured a full scholarship for our 18-year-old daughter, Kelly, to study Medicine at the St. Mary's School of Medicine, London. I was the happiest woman on earth.

We did a Thanksgiving service in church. I bought Kelly thick winter jackets. I packed her bags with dried fish, melon, and provisions. I cried as Gerald drove her to the airport alone. He said he didn't want me to come because I would be "too emotional" and embarrass the girl.

For three years, I have lived in pride. Whenever I asked to video call Kelly, Gerald would say, "Ah, her network is bad today" or "She is in the library studying for exams." He would show me pictures sent to his WhatsApp. Tolu standing in the snow. Kelly in front of a white building.

I didn't know they were Photoshopped. I didn't know the voice notes...