The convoy moved through the night like a shadow, three black SUVs weaving through back roads that Robert knew from childhood, routes his grandfather had established during a different kind of war. Emma sat in the middle vehicle, sandwiched between Marcus and another guard, her children pressed against her on either side. Yara had finally fallen asleep, her small body curled into Emma's side with a trust that broke her mother's heart. Sophia stared out the window, her face pale and set in an ...