At 31, Nadia speaks clearly and without hesitation. “I was trafficked. That’s not something I figured out later—it…
The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust,…
The town had started treating Vivienne like she’d always been there. She now wore boots with dirt on…
It was nearly 8 p.m. when the soft chime of the executive elevator echoed through the otherwise silent…
The sun filtered through the high cabin windows, warm and quiet. A slow breeze crept through the open…