.” Shaun stared straight at Noah, unflinching. “You’re in lo-”
The lamp on the bedside table next to me flew at Shaun at break neck speed. Shaun ducked, luckily, the lamp and it smashed into the wall behind him making it shatter in a million little pieces.
“I told you to shut up!” Noah yelled at Shaun.
I stood up from the bed. “Noah, just because you’re angry, doesn’t mean you can take it out on us.”
“Do not start with me Jamie, I am not in the mood for your s**t,” Noah growled at me without looking.
Gabby finally helped out and turned on him. “Stop taking this out on them Noah, it’s your fault. Blame yourself and your inability of thinking before you open your mouth.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Why are you even talking to me?”
She opened her mouth to most probably tell him where to shove it but Seth walked in at the right moment. His face was set in a grim line and it made me a little curious.
“What's wrong?” I asked cautiously.
He looked at me then at Noah. “Noah, there's something you have to know.”
“What?” Noah asked, not caring really.
“Your father’s dead.” Silence.
~Tory
God damn dickhead. How dare he say that about me? I paced the balcony of one of the conference rooms. My body was silhouetted against the wall and stone floor by the rising sun; I had slept for a day before I came too.
“Damn, b*****d,” I mumbled under my breath.
I heard the sound of running feet just before the balcony doors opened. Amelia was standing in the doorway, panting and crying.
“Amelia, what's wrong?” I asked as I rushed to her side.
She collapsed onto the floor in a fit of heavy sobs; I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her while she cried.
“Landen, he’s….he’s dead,” she sobbed out.
I froze but kept my tight arms around her. “What do you mean dead?”
“He was murdered last night, while we were busy.” She controlled her sobbing and they turned into hick ups.
“Does…does Noah know?” I asked, a frog in my throat making it hard to swallow.
She nodded. “Seth went to tell him.”
I paled, that was not good. I looked at Amelia. “May I…?”
She nodded with a small smile on her face, her tears had stopped by now. “Go head, he needs you.”
I kissed her cheek and gave her one last hug, then let go and run through the corridors to his room. Seth was standing in the door way with a sad expression on his face. He didn’t notice me until I lightly touched his face; he looked up and smiled sadly then nodded his head to the room.
I walked in, Gabby was sitting on the window seat with a far-off, disbelieving look on her face, Shaun had sat on the floor with his head in his hands and Jamie was staring off into thin air while standing where he was.
But Noah, Noah was on his knees, holding his head in his hands and shoulders shaking violently. I approached him slowly and put my hand on his shoulder but he didn’t turn to look.
“Noah…?” I asked gently.
He just shook harder, not calming the slightest.
“Oh, Noah,” I told him. I fell on the floor next to him and hugged his side. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t say anything, but then he didn’t need to. He finally took his hands away from his face, his face was puffy and red from crying, and reached for me, pulling me around his front to hug tightly and cried into my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed the side of his neck as he cried.
“Don’t leave me, please don’t,” he mumbled into my shoulder as his sobs started to quieten.
I hugged him tighter. “I won’t, I promise I won’t.”
“I need you,” he added, still talking in my shoulder.
“I’ll help you, as long as you need,” I reassured him.
~The Heart of the Fire. A Drake Agency book.
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»On March 9, Trinidadian immigrant Ravi Ragbir is scheduled to appear for his annual check-in with a deportation officer at the federal building in lower Manhattan.
No matter what happens, he will not go alone.
Ragbir knows the power of accompaniment. As executive director of the New Sanctuary Coalition of NYC, he has worked to connect members of 30 congregations, faith communities and other groups with hundreds of undocumented immigrants seeking refuge and support.
As an outspoken immigrant rights activist, Ragbir knows he can set an example for thousands of others facing similar check-ins.
Instead, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) has exercised prosecutorial discretion to grant him a stay of deportation. His current stay lasts until 2018. But his 15-year-old criminal record makes him an easy target for removal under the Trump administration.
“After Donald Trump’s election I basically cried for days,” recalls Ragbir’s wife, Amy Gottlieb, who is an immigration advocate with the American Friends Service Committee.
Gottlieb has accompanied Ragbir to almost every one of his check-ins since 2010. This included a period during which he wore an ankle monitor and had to report in person each week — at first — to the Brooklyn office of ICE’s Intensive Supervision Appearance Program.
It was around this time that the The Indypendent published a photo essay showing Ragbir reporting for an appointment while joined by Gottlieb and a supporter from Judson Memorial Church.
“I want people at ICE to know that he is part of a community that supports him,” said Catherine Stetts, as they ate breakfast afterward.
Eventually Ragbir was released from such exhaustive surveillance. Last year, Gottlieb waited with him for hours at his now annual check-in at 26 Federal Plaza. She was relieved when an ICE agent finally confirmed that Ragbir was granted a two-year stay. But then she grew upset when the agent added that Ragbir would still have to check-in again after one year. When she asked why, she was given no clear answer.
Now the time to check-in again is fast-approaching.
ICE check-ins offer a combination of intimidation and bureaucracy.
“It is almost feels like the Department of Motor Vehicles,” says Kyle Barron when asked to describe the 9th floor waiting room in Manhattan where immigrants who face