The camera slowly dollies in on Amina’s face as she whispers through the window, her breath fogging the glass. Outside, Murad reaches out a hand toward the window, but the camera quickly pans to the dirt road where a cloud of dust signals the approach of Ruslan’s black SUV. Amina flinches and pulls back into the dark interior of the house, her expression shifting from hope to pure terror. Dial...
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