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Sienna followed Jari through the refugee camp flanked by soldiers on either side. There was no point trying to run, and even if she did manage to get away she’d soon be lost in this labyrinth. She glanced to either side as they walked. Groups of people sat around small fires, the scent of herbs mingling with smoke in the air as they brewed tea and cooked meager rations. The sound of coughing and crying came from inside the tents as they passed — children in distress or those who couldn’t hold onto hope any longer. It was a desperate place filled with people on the edge of the abyss.
They turned into a causeway that ran the length of the camp with makeshift stalls and food vendors either side. People exchanged what little they had for a bowl of soup or another blanket. The refugees wer
