The sky opened up around noon and rained hard for several hours.
I stood by the border road, waiting. Some of the warriors looked at me with concern, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
My daughter was supposed to be returned today.
Eventually, a familiar face came and stood at my side. He watched the road like I did, as if waiting for someone to come.
No one did.
“You should go home,” Peter said.
“I don’t have a home without Nova in it,” I told him.
“She wouldn’t want you to get sick or hurt, staying out here like this.”
“I’ll never see her again,” I replied, barely listening to him.
Peter was fresh out of the hospital. He stood with a cane. “You have to stay strong for those kids. Even if Gideon wins, they will eventually be adults, able to make their own choices. You’ll miss a
