CHAPTER 31
Simon didn’t have any strength left, but he would die before he let one of his cellmates harm her. As soon as Lang was gone, he sank to the floor beside her. She scampered toward him like a rodent scurrying from a predator. He held her as she trembled, felt her body heave with sobs, and tried to shelter her from the other prisoners’ view, praying God would let him protect her one last time.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to envelop as much of her body as he could so whatever blows that came would land on him instead of her. He pictured his cellmates inching their way closer, sharing looks, deciding who would lead in the attack. Simon knew he wouldn’t last long. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to Hannah in advance.
A hand on his shoulder made him jump. He tightened his hold on
