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Ayla’s thumb trembled. It wasn’t just an access point. It was a bridge. Her father was in Germany, working a night shift at a warehouse in Düsseldorf. Her older brother, Emre, had been “on a boat” for three days, trying to cross from Turkey to Greece. Their last message was a single thumbs-up emoji, sent from a spotty Wi-Fi connection on Lesbos. It lasted for ten seconds