Monday morning Lyra watched as her sister paced circles around the waiting room of the hospital and wished there was something she could do to help her.
The men were on their way back home. They had all been strategically airlifted out of the jungle in three different shifts and then discretely transported to a secure location. From their, they were able to be put on a flight from a private airfield outside Rio to Miami.
From the time of the first string of evacuations in the late afternoon on Sunday, it had been more than fifteen hours. They knew the men were back on American soil and were on their way to this hospital, which was backed by the money of the Laskaris organization.
Despite all of this news, Darya was beside herself. It was as if she had given into the stress of the last f
