CHAPTER 42
The power hasn’t gone out for the night, but I’m already locked in my underground detainment cell when I hear voices outside. There’s a rattle at my door, and I stand up to meet whoever has come to see me.
It’s Hee-Man.
“What are you doing here? I thought you went home already.”
“Soon.” He smiles softly. “I came to give something to my American friend. A parting gift.”
Hee-Man has done a fabulous job popping in and out of my life at just the right time. I don’t like the finality I hear in his words.
I stare at the book in his hands. “My grandma’s Bible?”
“I asked the chief officer to make a special exception so you could have this. I think it’s what your grandmother would have wanted.”
I don’t know what to say. Just the sight of the worn leather binding is enough to melt
