Sophia’s P.O.V

I couldn’t believe what was happening. One of the men let go of my hand to reach for the luggage that I was taking and without mercy, they tore into it, searching through the documents like it was their right. Their expressions were blank, almost mechanical, like they were carrying out a task they didn’t care to understand.

I could hear my girls—Sara and Tara—sobbing behind me, their small voices cracking with fear. My heart twisted painfully in my ...