CHAPTER 12
As sunlight poured in through the small window, Hannah slept. She dreamed she was swinging in the hammock in Mrs. Stern’s garden. The sun enveloped her in its rays and warmed her all the way to the center of her being. The pain in her leg was gone; her stomach was full. The sweet, earthy scent of marigolds blended with the heady fragrance of jasmine. The roses were in bloom. From inside, she heard the murmured prayers of the other Secret Seminary students.
He came up behind her like a soft breeze and stroked her cheek with his finger. A sudden, delightful chill pricked at her neck, and the leaves rustled above them. She reached up and touched his hand, closed her eyes, and breathed in his smell. “Shouldn’t you be in there with the rest of them?” His voice was distant, muffled
