The sound of coffin nails being pried loose rang in my ears, one after another.
The next moment, someone pulled me out and wrapped me tightly in his coat. A bitter pill was slipped between my lips. My chest seized, and I violently coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
Sensation slowly returned to my stiff limbs. I opened my eyes.
The man squatted before me. His features were harder and more defined than they had been 10 years ago, yet he still had the same face as the young man who once carried an old backpack into the mountains to teach.
Yosef Lawson looked down at me, his voice rough and low. "Nora, I came too late."
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at him. "You aren't too late."
I clutched his sleeve, my fingertips still trembling. "Yosef, take me away."
He bent down and lifte
