“You were going to leave again,” Bok-nam said. Not a question. A fact. “You were going to run to the mainland and forget my face by next week.”
Instead, she walked to the pig shed. She found the small, sad mound. And she dug. bedevilled 2016
At 2:00 AM, the rain started. Hae-won lit a candle. She finally plugged in the satellite phone. It blinked to life: 12% battery. “You were going to leave again,” Bok-nam said