The cool breeze stung Mee-Kyong’s skin. She craned her neck and looked behind her. The Americans’ outer fence extended all the way around the perimeter of the yard, but she could scale it in five seconds or less. Still, she wished she had some shoes. It was time to go, though. Staying any longer was just a waste of daylight. She jumped up, refusing to look back when Benjamin called out after her. She started to sprint, knowing his instinct would be to reach out toward her. “Thanks for the sweatshirt,” she called back to him.
She was halfway over the fence before Benjamin grabbed her by the waist. “Get down.” He tugged, and she landed on the lawn on the pads of her feet. Benjamin held his hands up. “You’re soaking wet. You can’t wear that out there.”
She tilted her chin up. “I’ve earned a
