As soon as she heard someone approaching, Hannah stopped humming to herself. So-Young peeked in through the crack in the door. “I’m sorry to bother you.” Hannah could barely hear her words. “My father wishes to speak with you. Do you need help getting up?”
Hannah shook her head. Her leg had been growing stronger with each week she spent in Mr. Kim’s safe house. Her gait was still slow, but she could move around now with only the slightest trace of a limp. Her other wounds from Chongjin had scarred over and usually only bothered her at night. She had grown to hate the darkness and would have asked Mr. Kim for an extra candle if she didn’t fear he’d scoff at the extravagance of her request.
She slid out of bed, holding her breath when she put her weight on her injured leg. So-Young made a
