“So what are we going to do?” the three-fingered youth asked. “He’ll be coming back for her any minute, you know.”
Simon felt Hannah’s muscles seize up next to him. He wished the men wouldn’t talk about the assistant director. He glanced at her blackened eye and felt his blood pressure rise at the mere thought of anyone who would want to hurt her. Lord, just show us what to do. Was God even listening? Why wasn’t he acting? If anyone deserved a chance to live out her calling, it was Hannah. I don’t care what you let them do to me, Lord, but please show us a way to free her.
He leaned his head down and breathed in the soft scent of her hair. It was a different smell than what he remembered from Yanji, when they were able to bathe regularly and wash with the Americans’ artificially-scented
