Maya 

I did not know how many hours had passed, and frankly, I didn’t care. I was still afraid, and with each passing moment, my fear grew stronger. The thought that those monsters could take my child away from me tore at me. I felt helpless, I felt alone, even though I knew I had people who were willing to lay their lives down for me. But that was the problem—I did not want anyone to die. I did not want anyone to get hurt because of me and my past demons, or else I’d never be ...