At the maternity ward, my husband questioned why I was being discharged so soon—then federal agents suddenly walked through the door.

the exhaustion of childbirth, she was already packed, sitting in a wheelchair, clutching the newborn to her chest like she was preparing to flee.

Sarah didn’t look up. Her shoulders trembled violently. Her eyes stayed fixed on the pink bundle in her arms, avoiding his gaze entirely.

“Sarah?” David stepped further into the room, setting the coffee down continue reading …