CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sara caught a glimpse of a sign through the windshield that read “WELCOME TO SUMNER. POPULATION: 353.” They really were in the middle of nowhere, it would seem. The small Nebraska town looked as if it hadn’t changed a bit in a hundred years. And just as quickly as they’d entered it, they were out the other side again, two minutes flat down a single main road.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that they’d barely been back to some sense of normalcy just to get uprooted again, sent away. She knew it was for their own protection, and of course she didn’t want to get caught again in the type of situations they had found themselves in before—in fact, she tried not to think about what had happened to them in Slovakia, the harrowing experience of being taken by human traffickers.
