Hannah’s lips tingled. An electric zing raced up her spine. If she focused hard enough, she could still detect his smell lingering on her clothes. She knew soon the scent would vanish, and she would lose hours of sleep trying to recapture its essence.
Her heart raced, but her body moved as if against a flowing river. Simon was alive, he was out of solitary confinement. The Lord had spared his life — had spared both of their lives — but for what purpose? So they could spend the rest of their time on earth separated by iron bars? When she left the Secret Seminary, she had been ready for anything. She was willing to accept a life without Simon, a life full of danger and sacrifice. She was even prepared to die for the gospel. And then Simon came back, reigniting an impossible, forbidden passi
