Maya’s POV
The small room felt too warm. I sat on the edge of the bed with the little girl in my lap. Her small body leaned against me. She played with a piece of string, making small knots. Sarah sat across from us. Her eyes looked tired but full of love. The boy slept on the other bed. His breathing sounded steady. I watched them and felt my chest tight. These children had seen too much already. I thought, I ran from bad men and dark rooms. I gave pieces of myself to survive. Now I sit here with my sister and her children. The peace feels thin. One wrong move and it breaks.
Liam stood by the window. He looked outside. “The road is clear for now. Alexander says we can stay one more night. Then we move to the new town.”
Sarah nodded. “The children need rest. The medicine is helping. But
