LENA SCHMIDT
Run, Fräulein Schmidt!
Lena couldn’t hear what Dante said through the window in the thick metal door, but she could read his lips. She looked on, her face streaked with tears, as the young boy frantically waved at her, encouraging her not to linger. Then he turned with the other boys and Mr. Zhora to face the green monsters and their sticks. After what had happened to Zbrowen and Jake, she had a pretty good idea what fate awaited them.
She thought about Jake, how he had begged her to kill him. Lena had never conceived of doing anything like that in her life. It had been a mercy killing; Jake had been grateful. But, oh, the pain that poor boy must have been suffering. She didn’t know who had done the surgery on two living, breathing boys, but she suspected not all the monste
