CHAPTER 10
“So you’re telling me I’m getting out of here?” My throat nearly catches at the words. I suppose a full week of being starved and interrogated can do that to even the strongest of psyches.
Hee-Man smiles genuinely at me. “Yes, I will escort you myself to Pyongyang, and from there it’s just a few formalities.”
“What sort of formalities?” I ask. I don’t even care about the details. I can’t believe I’m on my way out of here.
“You will be made to sign a confession. Very simple.”
“And then I’ll be released?”
“I should say so.”
I’m so ecstatic I could hug him. I wonder how much Hee-Man had to do with advocating for my release. Was it our conversation about that photograph that changed his mind? Did I manage to successfully convince him I’m nothing but an arrogant and ambitious
