Chapter 6

I pulled a bottle of sesame oil from the lower kitchen cabinet, then stopped and let out a long sigh. I’d just remembered there was no rice in the bin. I looked between the empty bin and Hamin, who sat slumped with exhaustion. I considered slipping out for a bit, but taking him with me was risky, and leaving him alone was out of the question. There might be more stragglers besides the ones we’d caught. At the rustling of a bread bag, Hamin flinched and pressed himself into the corner again. He was less jumpy than before, but his eyes were still full of wariness when he looked at me.