“Mommy?” Daisy's voice was barely a whisper, fragile and trembling. “Where are we going?”

Evelyn's throat tightened, a knot of emotions threatening to choke her. How could she explain this to a six-year-old?

How could she tell her that everything they knew was falling apart, that their lives had been upended in the blink of an eye?

She forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat, her voice soft but steady, for Daisy’s sake. "We’re going to the airport, baby. Just for a little trip, okay? We’re going to be safe."

Daisy hugged her teddy tighter, her little brow furrowing as she stared out the window. “Why do we...