ence and shadows. Her stomach churned, not from fear, but from the pressure of thirty-six wraps of white powder that had been expertly packed and

s turned handlers, who offered no comfort, only reminders: walk st

d meet a contact named "Victor" outside the arrivals gate. He would take her to a hotel where the wraps would be extracted. Her passport was fake, but good. Her name, on p

rt pounded with every step toward immigration. But when the officer looked at her passport and smiled,

emergency card in front of her and prayed silently. When the plane touched down in Germany twelve hours later