“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
I turned my back to the fire so that all I could see was Ginnie and her dad and the identical cowlicks that made their bangs stand up straight over their left eyebrows.
“We should go to the Embassy,” Hanalea said. “We can’t stay here. We’re too close.”
“I told you, no.” Colin’s voice had an edge to it. “The streets will soon be blocked off. If we leave, we won’t be able to get back. It’s better to stay put.”
“That’s crazy. We need to evacuate.” Hanalea looked over at me. “We have someone else’s child, for God’s sake.”
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