CHAPTER 5
“It’s a quiet night, isn’t it?” Ian asked.
She nodded, wondering if he meant to take the roundabout way back to her parents’ neighborhood or if he simply wasn’t as familiar with Yanji as she was. She’d spent half her childhood and most of her teen years here. At certain points in her life, it had felt more like home than anywhere in the States.
In other ways, she still felt like a stranger here.
Their conversation had been strained during their entire walk. Maybe it was just because she was so tired. What had they spent all summer yakking about?
“How’s the documentary coming?” she finally asked.
Ian could always talk about his work.
He sighed. “I wish I could head back into North Korea to shoot a little more footage.” Several years earlier, he’d been invited to Pyongyang o
