CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was pitch-black inside the cargo container. Even with her fingers only inches from her face, Maya could not see anything. She sat with her back to a steel wall, knees drawn up on either side of her sister, who sat leaning against her. Maya’s other arm was curled protectively over Sara’s chest.
For her to even think that this was a bad situation was a profound understatement. The container rocked slightly with the ebb of the boat on the ocean; they were out of the country, still in Rais’s hands but now in potentially worse company. She had failed at her attempt to get Sara away safely.
Despite all of that, they were still alive and able-bodied. She refused to give up on the notion that there was a way out of this.
Sara had stopped sobbing some time ago and had settled
