“The Citizen”
They came for Maya at 6:42 AM.
It was a Tuesday. The sun hadn't even finished rising over the New Mexico horizon when she heard the sharp knock—three raps, fast and official. She shuffled to the door in sweatpants, phone still plugged in, coffee machine half-started. When she opened it, the ICE officers were already stepping in, hands on tasers, voices clipped and cold.
“Maya Sullivan?”
“Yes?”
“You’re being detained for violations of immigration law.”
She blinked. “I was born in Santa...