CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
“No!” Maya screamed from the back of the white windowless cargo van as the Slavic men reached for her sister. She pushed herself in front of Sara, her arms out, feet planted, trying anything to keep them from taking her away, from separating them.
Powerful arms grabbed onto hers and yanked her from the van. She tried to resist, but they were strong, much stronger than she was. They pulled her easily through the open rear doors and flung her to the ground. She landed hard on her hands and knees in gravel.
When Maya turned again, she saw another of the Slavic men grabbing Sara, wrapping her in a bear hug and pulling her out of the van. Sara did not scream or cry out, but there was some sign of life in her as she struggled against his grip, legs kicking, her face brigh
