As the evening fully settled over the camp, everything seemed to grow tighter and heavier. Issa felt it. It was like the air itself had changed. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and the air was now sharper than the usual mountain wind. This wasn’t just another night of fear. This was Collar Day. She could feel it in the way the guards moved, in how quiet and tense the women had become. Every single one of them carried that fear in their eyes and in their movements. Every time the guards ...