Trixie's POVEveryone knows…The words looped in my head.We weren't safe, the border hadn't protected us, and our new names were nothing but thin paper shields.That night at dinner, I sat at the table, my spoon dragging through the watery soup Mom had made, my eyes darting nervously between my parents and Yasmine.I kept waiting for the hammer to fall, entirely sure Yasmine had run straight to them.But as Dad quietly chewed his bread and Mom muttered something about the rising cost of utilities, it became obvious that Yasmine hadn't said a word.She sat across from me, gracefully cutting her food, completely ignoring my existence.“You're not eating, Trixie,” Dad murmured, not even looking up from his plate.“I'm not hungry,” I said flatly, “Good, saves on the grocery bill,” Yasmine chimed in smoothly, a fake, sweet smile on her face that made me want to lean across the table and choke her.Despite Harlan’s words, and Yasmine’s threat, it didn’t stop me… If anything, the terror fue
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