Hannah burrowed her head into Simon’s chest, and even though he couldn’t see her face, he had already memorized the exact location of each cut and bruise. A little more time, God, he begged. A little more time with her.
Simon was a dead man. Disobeying direct orders, copying Bible verses, hiding a romantic relationship with another prisoner ... Simon couldn’t even count all the crimes he had committed against the National Security Agency. He wouldn’t regret dying himself, but he was a fool for writing her that letter. He was stupid to think a love like theirs could flourish undetected. And why had he included those Bible passages? What idiocy had possessed him to risk her life like that? He could only guess what Lang would do when he came back and found her unharmed. Maybe they could find
