CHAPTER 11
“What do you want?”
Noting the stranger’s severe frown, Hannah wondered if she arrived at the wrong home. From behind him, a young girl peeked up from her sweeping and then quickly lowered her eyes back to the floor. Hannah placed her hand on the doorframe to steady herself. Everything in her field of vision spun in radiating spirals. “Are you Mr. Kim?”
He inclined his head at the slightest angle, a gesture Hannah expected was his impression of a bow. Since he made no move to say anything else, she bowed and continued, “I was sent here. From Chongjin.” She strained to see if the cross she spied in the copse still hung in the window. The metallic clink of prison doors echoed dully in her mind, and she made herself relax her clammy hands.
He crossed his arms as he inspected he
