Simon would have shaken Hannah if they both weren’t bound. There was nothing he could do to make her understand how it eviscerated him to have her so near, bound by chains just out of reach. She went on asking questions, apologizing, assuring him she hadn’t given him away. She was clueless.
“Is that why you’re mad?” she pressed. “Did you think I told them where you were?” Simon couldn’t even imagine what torture she had already endured the past two weeks while he roamed freely across the countryside.
He wished she would shut up. He had never let anyone watch him cry. Not even when he was a boy dying of starvation in the days of the Great Hardship. Why did they have to be chained in the same cell? Why did she have to see him like this?
“Please believe me.” Hannah sounded as if she were c
