Mayor Monroe turned to his men, two burly enforcers in town-issue jackets, and gave a simple gesture. One motion of his hand toward Maya.

“Hold her.”

I could feel my pulse rising. Maya’s eyes were wide. Her breathing became unsteady. She turned to her parents, pleading silently.

Mr. and Mrs. Hawke stepped forward instantly.

“You can’t do this!” Mr. Hawke yelled.

They pushed Mr. and Mrs. Hawke aside. Not hard, but firm. Enough to make it clear they weren’t asking.

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