The morning after Nadia's note arrived, Maya was already at work.
Sasha found her in the library, surrounded by maps and files, her grandmother's documents spread across every surface. She hadn't slept—that much was obvious from the dark circles under her eyes and the way her hands trembled around her coffee mug.
"You're going to burn yourself out," Sasha said, sitting across from her.
"I'm going to find my sister." Maya didn't look up. "There's a difference."
"What have you found?"
Maya finally looked at her. "The facility where she's being held—it's not like the others. It's mobile. They move it every few months. That's why we couldn't find it before. That's why Nadia doesn't know where she'll be next week."
Sasha's stomach tightened. "Then how do we find her?"
"We follow the mone
