In the back seat, her six-year-old daughter Mila sat too still.
In the back seat, her six-year-old daughter Mila sat too still. The kind of stillness that didn’t belong to children—no swinging legs, no humming, no fingers tapping the window. Just her small hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes fixed on the road ahead as if she’d already memorized where they were going. “Sweetheart?” her …










