Fourteen by Erika Blount

Ivy:
Six weeks ago, I was imprisoned by Russian soldiers on American soil. The smell of burning flesh, blood-curdling screams, gunshots, and the heartbreaking sobs of other prisoners fill the days and nights. Rations are scarce, and constantly fighting the muck is wearing me down. The Russians seem to have hit the reset button on the Holocaust. I have to get out of here. I have to find Silas. I have to find my family.

Silas:
I thought things couldn’t get worse, but the Russians proved me wrong. Six weeks have passed since I escaped the bastards that took Ivy from me. With what feels like the world resting on my shoulders and my heart ripped from my chest, the days both drag on and race by. It’s getting cooler every day with winter threatening to rear its ugly head early. I need my family with me, a whole team of us turning over every rock and stopping at nothing to find Ivy. Time is running out. I can feel it in my bones.