CHAPTER 17
Hannah had trouble sleeping even on normal nights. There was no way she could rest now. Thoughts and questions raced through her mind, each vying for her focus, warring for her attention. Who was this Moses, and what did he want with her? If he had been involved in her rescue from Chongjin, could she convince him to help Simon as well?
The front door of the safe house creaked open, even though the sun had set hours ago. Hannah heard its groaning hinges, and hundreds of tingles pranced up and down her back. Was Moses already here? She drew the covers up to her chin and waited. Mr. Kim’s firm footsteps sounded near the entryway.
“Good evening, Uncle.” At the sound of Kwan’s voice, Hannah released her hold on the quilt. At least it was someone she knew. But what had Mr. Kim mean
