Thirty-Two
Silence settled over the car while they drove—past the Outer Areas, through the Neutral Area, steadily closing in on the border. The silence felt forced to Rahab. Adama refused to speak, to even give a hint about what he was thinking. Why hadn’t he been more resistant?
She wanted to scream at him. Ask whether he knew about her plan now, whether they would succeed, whether she would be able to save Amber.
Not everything is fate.
Maybe she was afraid of the answer.
The border finally appeared in the distance, glaring at them with its might, red light illuminating the utter darkness of the abandoned places outside. It looked menacing, and they were running out of time. At the border, Manasseh and his army were waiting. Finally, Rahab could not hold back any longer.
“Why?” she
