FLIGHT
“Flee like a bird to your mountain. For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.” Psalm 11:1-2
I couldn’t stop worrying about So-Young as I hurried beside my husband. Even though it was the middle of summer, I was shivering. “Are you cold?” Kwan asked me, holding my elbow as we rushed toward the mountain range between our hometown and Yanji.
Kwan carried a day’s worth of provisions in a small bag. We started out two hours ago and just now approached the foot of the mountains. From behind a sheet of thin clouds, the crescent moon offered little light to our path. I leaned against a tree to steady my shaking limbs.
“We’ll need to hurry to get to the cabin before daybreak,” Kwan urged. “Can you wa
