Kennedy fought the urge to throw her cell across the room. “I did take a video.” She wasn’t trying to yell, but she couldn’t help it. “I started recording at the very beginning when he handcuffed Reuben. It’s the stupid phone. There wasn’t enough memory ...”
She choked back tears of frustration. Why had she ever left Yanji? Why had she ever gone to Harvard? She could have gotten her college degree online without ever having to leave her parents’. What had she been thinking?
“Calm down, sweetie.” It was just like her dad to say something like that. He didn’t even bother telling her to pray. He knew how hopeless the situation was. So that was it. Reuben would spend a few weeks or months in jail, go to trial, and get deported back to Kenya in disgrace. Never complete his studies. Never tell
