The metallic clatter of the E train car was the sound of my return to reality. I clung to the rusty metal pole, feeling the car lurch as we traveled through the underground tunnels of Queens toward Manhattan. Around me, no one was looking at me. There were men in dusty construction gear, students with headphones on, staring at their phones, and women laden with grocery bags. To this sea of people, I was just another pregnant woman with a cheap headscarf and a tired face. I was invisible. And that invisibility was the best shield money couldn't buy.
A weary smile touched my lips as I imagined the scene at JFK.
Sebastian must have been having a fit of rage in the middle of the international terminal, surrounded by his men in dark suits and their security screens, realizing that the suitc
