BENEATH THE SAME SKY
"If I stay here, I die. If I die, he wins."
The driver spat a glob of tobacco onto the concrete. He pocketed the money with a grunt. "Back’s open. Hide behind the crates of machine parts. If we hit a checkpoint, don't make a sound. If you sneeze, I’m dumping you in the tall grass. Understand?"
"Understood," Sari said.
She climbed into the cavernous, dark hold of the truck. It smelled of grease, cold iron, and old sweat. She crawled to the very back, wedging herself between a heavy wooden crate and the steel wall of the trailer.
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