Nia’s body told her story before anything else could. Nia was waiting near an abandoned factory. She was hiding beside an old generator room, surrounded by dust, silence, and doors that had not been opened in years. Her ribs were visible beneath her coat, her legs set stiff and wide as she held herself upright. She stayed close to the wall near the generator room because it was the only cover she had. Nia did not approach us, nor did she run. Nia remained where she was, exposed and…
