When she was a safe distance from the hotel, Mee-Kyong turned toward the late-night cafe and plucked her cell phone out of her pocket.
“They’re all off,” she told him.
“Congratulations,” he responded. “Another job well done. Where are you now?”
“Right where we agreed.”
“On my way.” She stood waiting, thinking about the girl with the crippled feet and her older sister, two more nameless faces to add to her ever-growing prayer list. A moment later, she sensed his presence even before he came up behind her for a hug. “You did it,” he whispered into her ear.
“That didn’t take you long,” she remarked. “What were you doing, stalking me the whole time?”
“Maybe.” He rested his cheek on the top of her head and inhaled deeply. “Just because I love you.”
“Careful.” She nudged him with her elbo
