The second night in the cage was worse than the first. Iseria hadn’t slept. Her brother had cried himself to sleep, and now he was just quiet — too quiet. They’d been taken from their home, ripped from the safety of their lives, and thrown into this grim reality. The weight of it settled heavily on her chest, tightening with every passing moment.
As late afternoon waned, a black car pulled up, a sleek, shiny contrast to the dirt and chaos


