The morning air in that small-town suburb felt fresher than Eliana could ever remember. Birds chirped in the trees, and the breeze softly swayed the curtain of the modest yet warm bedroom. On the wooden bed with its clean white sheets, Eliana lay with her eyes closed, her face peaceful despite still looking tired.

In the corner of the room, Olivia sat on a rattan chair, holding her daughter’s hand. Since they arrived at the safe house two days ago, Olivia had barely left Eliana’s side. The house wasn’t big, but it was cozy and hidden—far away from the chaos that used to surround their lives.

“I’ve taken my eye...