Twenty-Four
The familiar door greeted me with strange rejection. Manasseh stopped and looked back at me. His gaze seemed like a pitiful warning.
He nudged it open slowly. Everything about the act made me nervous. As we entered, my heart slammed crazily against my chest. But nothing could have prepared me for what I’d find here. Nothing could have eased the pain.
A figure stood at the window, watching the skyline. My instincts recognized the shape instantly, but my mind would not process the sudden revelation. The puzzles I struggled to fit together in my mind made no sense.
It could not be real. It could not be her.
“Rahab?” Manasseh’s voice broke the sense of timelessness that settled over me.
She turned around. Her face was as beautiful as ever, the silk hair falling elegantly next
