Chapter 8 Do Not Trust Anyone

• Feeling uneasy, I retreated to the bedroom. Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts drift, and before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep.
• By afternoon, hunger drove me to the kitchen. I roasted some sweet potatoes, then carried them to the backyard and sat down to eat. The aroma must have wafted into the house because my father-in-law appeared at the window, his expression oddly soft.
• “My dear daughter-in-law,” he said, his voice unusually gentle, “could you spare a piece? I haven't eaten all day.”