CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Sarah clung to the metal slats of the big rig undercarriage for dear life. The truck was speeding down a pothole-strewn road at high speed. She could hear sirens behind them.
The last ten minutes had been so disorienting that she didn’t know what to make of them.
After screaming herself hoarse earlier in the morning, she had eventually stopped and simply lay on the floor of the undercarriage, resigned to her fate.
After a while, she was able to tell they reached the border itself because the truck had slowed to a near standstill. Moments later, she heard a loud grinding sound and a series of metal grates closed over the slats, shutting her and all the other girls into complete darkness. Some began to whimper but not as many as Sarah expected.
Maybe they’re like me—
