Amelia’s POV.
I look around the room mom and I have been placed in. It is not an interrogation room. It is a bedroom.
“You ok baby?” Mom asks me and I nod my head as I shuffle off the bed and move to the window and look outside. We aren’t at home, and when I say home, we are not in the States. Not if the cactus and dirt have anything to say.
“We’re in Mexico.” I say to myself and my mom sighs.
“Yeah, we need to work together to get out of here.” She says and I nod my head as a plan is already working inside my head.
“Who is it that took us in?” I ask her because when we were on our way home. We were intercepted on a deserted street and we were outnumbered by a lot. They had their guns trained on us, well on my belly and I knew I couldn’t fight my way out and so did mom. We needed to
