Hannah slumped against the wall and bit the inside of her cheek. Why was Simon so angry? What had she done wrong? She endured countless days in solitary confinement and merciless interrogations just to protect him. She had imagined how proud he would be if he ever found out. How thankful. He wouldn’t consider her a child anymore, someone he had to look out for and protect. He’d understand she chose to suffer rather than risk his well-being. And somehow, if he had the courage to recognize it, he would know it was because she loved him.
She wiped her cheeks. Tears were a waste of energy here. Her body couldn’t afford to lose the water. She needed to calm down before Simon returned. He couldn’t see her like this. Her head was spinning, but she didn’t know if that was a result of the illness
