Chapter Sixteen
Abraham was late returning to his room. I sat up, waiting for him, expecting him at any moment, but he never came.
The sun grew higher. I couldn’t see it, not exactly, but I could see the slight golden glow that it cast over the wooden walls from the tiny prison cell window. Daylight was coming on quick. Abraham should be here. Why wasn’t he here?
Then, at long last, there came a knock at the door.
I don’t think I expected it to be Abraham; why would Abraham knock on his own door? But Jonathan had knocked earlier, and if it was him... if he could even just tell me where Abraham was, what was taking so long.
So I opened the door.
I did not recognize who was standing on the other side of the threshold.
He was older than Mina, Abraham, and Jonathan, perhaps in his mid-f
