CHAPTER 6
Someone was holding her, keeping her steady. Protecting her from the cold.
She tried to open her eyes, but her head hurt too much to see anything. It was still dark. That much she knew.
Bumpy. Were they in a car? What was that on her wrists?
“Kennedy?” a kind voice whispered. “Are you awake?”
She tried to nod her head, but it rolled to the side again.
Sleep.
All she wanted to do was sleep, and in the morning, she’d wake up at the summer camp in Seoul and tell her boyfriend about the bizarre dream she’d had.
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“Give me your name.” The officer shouted at her in Korean but wore the uniform of the Chinese police.
“Give me your name,” he repeated in a gruff voice.
“Kennedy.” She licked her lips. How long had she gone without any water? “Kennedy Stern. I’m an American. I w
