CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Maya held Sara close to her, one arm hugged around her younger sister’s shoulders as the white cargo van rumbled down a highway. To her right was the brown-skinned girl with the swollen eye from the plane, the one she had been calling Jersey. Across from her, seated on the floor, were three other girls. One of them stared at nothing in particular on the floor, never once lifting her gaze or attempting to communicate.
The other two were clearly drugged, their eyes barely open or not at all, their heads lolling listlessly with every bump in the road.
Once the plane from Nova Scotia had landed and the rear hatch opened, the girls had been immediately ushered out and into the back of two waiting vans. There were six men in all, reeking of cigarette smoke and carrying so
