CHAPTER FORTY
Sara sat on the dirty floor of the boxcar as the train chugged down the tracks. She could see nothing in the darkness, though she was vaguely aware that there were others in there with her. Occasionally she heard a shuffle, a sniffle, the sound of gentle weeping. But none of the girls spoke, least of all Sara.
She had nothing left. There were no more tears to cry; there was no more hope to be had. She had awoken from her stupor when the rough, angry men put her on the train, only to watch her sister torn from her. Only to see the dark-haired girl, the one who tried to help, shot dead in the dirt.
Dad will come for us. That’s what Maya had promised. But he hadn’t come. No one had. And now Maya was gone too. Sara had nothing left. She had consigned herself to meet whatever f
