Stolen Identity: A Veterans Fight for Justice and Benefits
The sun had not yet risen on this chilly autumn morning, and the streets of New York City were eerily quiet. But in a small apartment in Brooklyn, a young woman named Maya was wide awake, frantically packing her belongings into two duffel bags. She knew that every second counted; she had to leave before he returned. She could hear his footsteps outside the door - thud, thud. . . pause. . .