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As the plane began its descent to Leonardo da Vinci International Airport, I peered through the window at the city below, wondering if I would ever see my family again. Wondering if I would ever see Tim or Isabella again. My hand rested on my abdomen. They want our baby, I reminded myself. There’s no choice. He’s right about that. We have to protect our baby.
Beside me, Connor was silent. He’d been working on his laptop since we left Cairo and was now shutting it down. I wondered what he was doing, what he was looking for, but I didn’t ask. A part of me didn’t want to know.
“We’re going there to die.” He intended to fake our deaths so we could escape. We would have to take new names, new identities. For how long? I wondered. For good? Will we be fugitives for the rest of our l
