Kirstin walked back to the house, hobbling on her injured ankle. She leaned against Dr. Werner while Steiner walked beside her, providing additional support.
“Are you in pain?” Steiner asked.
“No, it’s just tender,” Kirstin replied. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
“I don’t think it’s broken,” Dr. Werner said, “but I’ll take a closer look when we get back to the house.”
As they neared the edge of the graveyard, Steiner dropped a few steps behind them and looked back at the barbed wire fence. “I had best stay near the border,” he told them. “Just in case someone else tries to escape.”
Kirstin turned, wondering why he suddenly found his fellow parishioners so interesting. It was as if he was watching them, just as he seemed to be watching her. “Be careful,” she advised. “And don’t let anyone do an
