Catalina tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, desperately hoping to find solace in sleep. The events of the past two days had inflicted an unforeseen toll upon her, replaying mercilessly in her mind, haunting her every thought. The faces of the innocent young girls trapped within that container and the children whose innocence the cartel was shamelessly exploiting, their vulnerability shattered her heart into a million pieces.
The brutal reality of what the factory was doing, how many young children are stolen from their parents had become an intangible weight, slipping through her fingertips like grains of sand on a shoreline. The realization that she had been a part of an organization that callously utilized children for selfish gains, disregarding the imminent dangers and the lost
