CHAPTER 15
The ache in her leg woke Hannah hours before dawn. She had been dreaming of her wedding day. She wore the hanbok dress, and Mrs. Stern had arranged her hair with a tender and gentle touch. All their Secret Seminary friends were there, gathered in the Sterns’ upstairs den. A light breeze wafted in the open windows, kissing her cheeks and making the frilly curtains dance. Mr. Stern held his large, black Bible, but Hannah couldn’t hear his words. She couldn’t focus on anything but Simon. He wore one of Mr. Stern’s suits, and it swallowed up his hands like the gown he wore at the graduation ceremony right before they left Yanji. Hannah had just lifted her face to receive his kiss when the smarting in her bone stole the moment away from her forever.
She didn’t stir, trying desperat
