RESCUER
“Come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me.” Psalm 31:2
I woke up to the sound of driving rain. It was cloudy and dark. There was no way to guess how long I slept. Kwan’s coat was wrapped around me, but it was soaked from the water cascading in through the makeshift canvas door. Kwan was hunched over on the tree stump next to me, holding his head in his hands.
“Where’s So-Young?” I was surprisingly alert for just waking up.
“They haven’t come,” Kwan mumbled.
“What time is it?” I sat up and winced in pain. A nerve in my back fired all the way down to my leg in protest.
“It’s past noon.”
“I thought you said they were only an hour or two behind us.” I wasn’t trying to sound accusatory, but Kwan’s face set with characteristic defensiveness.
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