CHAPTER 11
No matter how bad it gets, it still beats life in the prison camp. The food was better, for one thing. Mee-Kyong didn’t have to eat bugs anymore. The pain sometimes threatened to knock her unconscious, but it probably wasn’t any worse than what Pang would have put her through if he were still alive.
Why did it always come back to Pang? Why couldn’t she forget the soothing power of his voice or the silky touch of his skin? There was a time when his irresistible charm, even his possessive insanity, exhilarated her. When else in the gulag had she felt so alive? She couldn’t allow herself the luxury of missing him. He had been useful for one thing, and one thing only — survival. Pang’s extra rations got her through prison camp. And his jealous passion for her eventually got her ou
