Twins disappeared in 2002 —21 years later, their mother finds something shocking in an online video…

I don’t know if you’ll believe this, but in 2003, I was living in an orphanage in the Austrian countryside. She was one of the oldest girls. One day, two Brazilian twin girls arrived.

They cried a lot. One of them sang Estrelita every night while looking out the window. We became friends.

After a while, a woman took them in. She was blonde, had light eyes, and was nervous. He told me he rescued girls.

I kept this story to myself for 20 years. But when I saw your video on YouTube, I knew it was time to tell it. I remember their faces.

They were his daughters. May I try? Estella ran into her daughters’ room, who were already teenagers. She showed them the email.

Isabella was speechless. Ana Clara raised her hand to her face. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, shining in the sky, added Isabella, looking at her sister.

It was true. The next day, they scheduled a video call with Eva. She appeared smiling, holding an antique doll.

One of the twins gave me this doll, she said. They said I should remember that there would always be a star watching over me. Estella cried silently.

The girls were excited. Thank you for taking care of them, Estella said. I was just a child, but I knew something was wrong.

The orphanage wasn’t just a shelter, missing children, and strangers appeared all the time. It was a transit point for child trafficking, as I discovered years later. This new report has set off alarm bells among the authorities.

The network was even larger than anyone imagined. Interpol began investigating the former Austrian orphanage, which closed in 2005 without much explanation. Meanwhile, another twist was taking place in Brazil.

Margaret, in a rare moment of lucidity, called Estella. I hid something else. There’s a box.

In the false bottom of the wardrobe. What’s in it? Estella asked. Cards.

And the photo of the woman who gave me her daughters. Estella ran to the clinic room where Margaret lived. With the help of a nurse, she removed the wooden base of the wardrobe.

Inside was a small metal box. Inside, an old photograph of a brown-eyed, dark-skinned woman with twins on her lap. Five handwritten letters.

A necklace with a star-shaped pendant. One of the letters was addressed to Estella. And he said, If you ever find this box, then all has been revealed.

My name is Luciana Torres, and they hired me to take their daughters to Romania. But I regretted it halfway through. Margaret helped me disappear.

I handed over her daughters, thinking they would be safe. I never forgave myself. But I could never go back.

There were powerful men behind me. I pray every day that one day you will meet again. The story has taken on a new dimension.

There was one more piece to this puzzle. Who was Luciana? Where were you just now? Estella decided she needed to find out. With the help of Interpol and the Foundation, they found old files of employees who worked in the airport system in 2002.

After weeks of searching, they found a clue. Luciana was alive, living under a false identity in Colombia. Estella didn’t think twice.

Let’s go, she said determinedly. Are you sure, Mom? asked Isabel. Yes.

I want to look into the eyes of the woman who took you from me, and the one who gave you back. In Colombia, in a town surrounded by mountains, they found Luciana. He was now over 60 years old, with white hair and a tired look.

But when he saw Estella, his eyes filled with tears. I never thought this day would come. Why, Luciana? asked Estella.

Because they threatened me. They said if I didn’t hand over the girls, they would kill my daughter. I obeyed.

But halfway through the journey, I became desperate. Handing them over to Margaret was the only way to protect them. I knew she was disturbed, but not cruel.

Ana Clara looked at her seriously. You were an accomplice. I went, and I paid the price…