bodies of a woman and child and his mouth forms a silent prayer before he falls forward. I guess he is hoping to strangle himself and join his family. Jonah only slacks the rope and lets the man fall face first into the sand.
“Oh no. No freedom for you,” Jonah laughs as the man’s body shakes with sobs. He laughs harder as his prisoner tries to crawl to the bodies of his family. “Not until my women come home and grant your freedom themselves.”
Anger and regret war within me. Sara lowers her eyes to the sand but I can feel the tension through her fingers as they lock around my wrist.
“I would ask you to show mercy, Jonah, but I know you have none,” Farah says.
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