CHAPTER 10
Hannah huddled in the corner of her cell. She wrapped her arms around her good leg and shivered. Two weeks. Two weeks of cruel interrogations, sleepless nights, endless confinement in the dark, moldy cell. Her throat was parched. She couldn’t remember the last time they gave her any water. She hadn’t stopped shivering in days. Two weeks of torture, two weeks trying to protect Simon and the Christians on her list. Two weeks of pain and torment, just so Simon could tell them everything within his first hour of capture.
She leaned her forehead against her knee. The room spun around relentlessly. She wanted to lie down, but the cage was too small. There were no tears to wash away this kind of pain, no prayers to cover over this kind of betrayal.
She lifted her head at the sound o
