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Sanctuary, Chapter 31

Posted on 16/08/2017

With three years between Clement and Karen, the mature one in the relationship should’ve been obvious. In truth, neither were mature with love and all that came with it. After spending only a day or two before Karen was shuttled back to the States, the new couple embarked on a crash course in communicating. This was tough with more than a thousand miles between them and two hard-headed people involved.

Long-distance relationships were tough for Clement; he’d barely managed keeping in touch with his family. Karen wasn’t going to let him off so easily; hence the majority of their many arguments.

“I just don’t understand how you can go a whole week without talking to me,” Karen bemoaned over the video call. With her face covered in some green slimy mask, Clement couldn’t read her expression clearly. “I’m starting to see why you sent me home so quickly. It’s like you don’t miss me at all.”

“Karen, for goodness’ sake.” Clement refrained from rolling his eyes. “We’ve been through this already. I sent you home to get ready to come back here. You’re making this diffi… if you keep calling me with some weird mask on your face, maybe we should just text.”

“What did you just say?!”

He barely flinched at the shriek in her voice, grateful this time she was miles away. Clement straightened on his bed and rested his back against the headboard. “I’m just saying… why can’t you call me when you’re done with grooming. And what’s with the mask? It freaks me out.”

Karen scoffed. “If this is freaking you out, you’re not ready to be in a relationship.”

Clement squinted at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Did you expect me to doll up for you every single time? Well that’s not happening.”

“Okay, I didn’t even say that so I don’t know why you’re putting words in my mouth right now.”

“Whatever, I’m done with this conversation. Bye.”

Clement frowned as the screen went black and he shook his head. It was hard enough not having her with him and whenever he called, she was either in pajamas with her head wrapped or wearing some mask. He missed seeing her face… missed her. He pinched the bridge of his nose, debating whether to give her time to cool off. He rubbed his face, scolding himself for giving her time to decide whether to come back.

The familiar tone of an incoming call alerted him and he glanced down, sighing heavily when it wasn’t Karen but his eldest brother, Abe. Reluctantly, he answered the call and held the phone to his ear. “Hey.”

“Wow, you picked up!” Abe chuckled softly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” Clement muttered, glancing once at the clock above his door. Soon he’d have to get up and start his day, which meant he wouldn’t be able to call Karen until late at night. He sighed deeply.

“Uh-oh. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. What’s up?” Clement shifted his feet to the edge of the bed and stood.

Abe sighed also. “Well for starters, Eli won’t quit. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

Clement frowned. “I need more time.”

“How much longer? He’ll soon figure out I’m stalling with his birth certificate.”

“Tell him it got burnt or something.”

Abe scoffed incredulously. “I mean, I understand why I don’t want him leaving the country right now but what’s your excuse?”

“I won’t have time to look after him.” Clement rubbed his chin. “Besides, I’ve been here for ten years and he’s just now wanting to come over for the holidays. Why the rush?”

“I have no idea, but he’s not giving up. Moody and persistent isn’t a good mix for Eli, y’know this.”

Clement shook his head. “Well I can’t deal with him right now. Stall him until I can make proper plans.” A beep at his ear had him peering at the phone screen. A video call from Karen. His eyes widened. “Hey, I’ll call you right back.” He quickly switched calls before Abe could respond and watched with a smile as Karen’s face appeared. His smile brightened. The mask was gone.

She didn’t smile back, eying him with a hairy stare. “Happy now?”

“Very,” Clement said without hesitation.

Karen snorted derisively. “Of course. If I begin calling you out on your masochistic behavior, we’ll be here all day.”

“Then don’t,” he countered. “I love you.”

Her frown eased away and she drew her bottom lip in, attempting to hold back a smile.

“I miss you.” He gave her an innocent smile, having learned from the best; Bart was a pro at groveling.

It did the trick. Karen’s expression softened instantly. “Aww, I miss you too, Babe.”

He suddenly wished they didn’t have a screen or thousand miles between them, wanting to envelop her in his arms. “I didn’t mean to complain about your masks so much… I just miss seeing your pretty face.”

Her lips twitched. “Then you should’ve just said that, you silly.”

“I’ll do better next time.” Conceding was strangely easier with her than it’d ever been with anyone else. His smile widened. “You look pretty.”

Karen rolled her eyes, smoothing a hand over her cheeks. “It’s because of the masks you hate on so much.”

“Let me clarify. I have nothing against you showing that you’re free with me. In fact, I like that you’re far from pretentious. I like that you don’t wear makeup often, and I have no problem seeing you in your truest form. I’m cool with you talking about your period sucking and you shaving your mustache…”

“I didn’t say anything about a mustache, Clement.”

“Well, anyway I’m used to it, dealing with Darah and my sisters-in-law. That’s part of being in a relationship and heck, it’s to be expected if we’re gonna…” he paused, stopping himself from revealing too much.

Inspector Karen Wells didn’t miss a thing. She arched a brow. “If we’re gonna what, Clement?”

He mirrored her expression. “Hmm?”

Karen shook her head. “You’re not even slick… but whatever.”

Clement smiled, grateful she didn’t press him further. He needed time. His eyes swept over her pretty features. “Ready for bed?”

“Uh-hmm. Ready to start your day? No secret mission?”

He smirked. “Not today. We’re taking the kids back to their village.”

“Awesome!” Karen’s smile stretched from ear to ear, and warmed his heart. “Is Ejigu healing nicely? How are the others? Ashon, Wubit and Dula? Please give them my love… and Priscilla too.”

Fighting back a laugh, Clement nodded. “I will.” He paused briefly, then asked. “What’s your dad’s number?”

Both brows lifted. “… Why do you need my dad’s number, Clement?”

Clement rolled his eyes. “Babe…”

Karen giggled; the sound melody to his ears. “I’ll text it to you. Wanna tell me what this is about?”

“I think you and I both know what this is about…”

“Hm, but just tell me anyway.” She moved to her bed and lay back, batting her long lashes at him.

Butterflies fluttered in his belly and Clement shook his head. He was a fool for letting her stay away so long. “So when d’you think you’ll be back… if all goes well with my phone call to your dad?”

Her smile was sweet. Too sweet. “Well for starters, I need to break my lease, get my stuff moved back home, spending time with the parents. I might go visit Obadiah for a bit and then of course, chill with the Sis and her family. Then I gotta change my banking stuff…” she paused, frowning.

He could tell she was starting to get overwhelmed with just how much she had to do. He remembered how he’d struggled the first few days. “Relax. We’ll figure this out together.”

“Man, it’s great to have a capable boyfriend!” Karen then sighed. “I wish the days would go by faster.”

“Me and you both, Babe.” Clement perched against his dresser, wishing he could stop time for now.

The companionable silence stretched only for a minute before Karen squinted, stifling a yawn.

Clement chuckled. She was so adorable, his Karen. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Uh-hmm. Tell me.”

He arched a brow. “Tell you what?”

“What you’re gonna tell my Dad.”

Clement shook his head. “That his daughter’s a handful and I’m scared for my future.”

Karen mock-frowned at him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Karen muttered and promptly disconnected the call.

Clement chuckled and pocketed the phone. It dinged a second before he exited the room. He pulled it out and smiled at Karen’s text with her father’s number and ‘I love you too.’ His smile was bright and his steps light as he strolled down the hallway to get breakfast before starting his day.

“I better get a gift for my awesome matchmaking skills,” Darah warned over the phone cam. She and Clement’s sisters-in-law filled the screen, their smiles matching. “I’d even say I’m better at this than Phoebe.”

“That’s because I had no idea anything was happening!” Phoebe protested with a laugh. “Junior, I’m impressed. How’d you get into a relationship without anyone’s help?”

Clement didn’t bother telling them about Priscilla. It was all in the past, and Karen was his present and future. “Lucky, I guess…” He looked up at the sunset. It was soon time to call Mr. Wells.

“’Cos he’s not a dunce like his big brothers,” Geri answered, a gleam in her eye. “Well done, Junior.”

“Thanks,” he squinted at the distance, spotting Ashon carrying his grandson Meko while strolling alongside his daughter Wubit. The former cab driver had chosen to stay in Kenya indefinitely, wanting to reconnect with his long-lost daughter and family. Clement was grateful on behalf of his friend and brother Dula. Wubit hadn’t stopped smiling since and neither did Karen.

“So what are your plans?” Phoebe asked, drawing back his attention. “Is it just dating or something more…?”

Darah started humming the wedding march song and the other two women giggled. “Marriage of course!”

Clement nodded. “That’s the plan.” He smirked as the women squealed with delight.

“This is the one time I’d say your impulsiveness comes to great use,” Phoebe said with a grin. “Congrats!”

“Hold off for a while. I have to ask her father’s permission first.”

Darah gasped. “So you’ll be coming home soon then? I heard they live close to the house.”

“No, I can’t. I’ll have to call him on the phone.”

Their smiles eased away. Darah looked stunned. Phoebe covered her face and groaned. “Junior.”

“What?”

Geri shook her head. “You’re an idiot. Who asks a man for her daughter’s hand in marriage over the phone? That’s disrespectful.”

“It’s not disrespectful,” Darah countered; the family lawyer in her husband’s absence. “It’s unconventional but at least he’s asking for permission. They could’ve easily eloped without anyone knowing about it.”

Phoebe snorted. “I’d kill you if you married without us knowing.”

Clement chuckled. “I’d never dream of it.”

“Good… So when will you ask him? The sooner the better, honestly. Karen doesn’t look the kind to wait”

He smirked, agreeing with Phoebe. Karen was arguably as impulsive as he was. “Tonight. Once I hang up the phone with you.” He arched a brow when their groans sounded again. “It’s gonna be alright. I’m ready.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever ready to ask that… but we wish you luck,” Geri said with a smile.

Darah gave him a thumbs-up and Phoebe nodded, her grin gentle and encouraging.

He smiled, grateful that his brothers had married such great women. There was no doubt in his mind that Karen would fit right in with them. He just had to get through this first conversation with her father and hope for the best.

He rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans as he waited for the dial tone to stop ringing. It did a bit too soon and Clement swallowed hard, hearing the background noise first.

“Hello?” a deep baritone filled the air. “Who is this?”

Clement sat up, incredibly nervous. “Good evening sir. My name is Clement Teka, Karen’s…boyfriend.”

No response and if not for the muffled voices in the background, Clement feared he’d hung up. Then the man sighed. “I know. Was expecting your call later though.”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Gabriel Wells grunted. A laugh or a snort, Clement wasn’t sure. “Not really. My girl tells me you have something very important to ask me, but let me ask you something first.”

“Sure,” Clement said readily, his spine straighter than never before.

“Are you the reason she’s been smiling like a goof since she came back?”

“Dad!”

Clement’s brows lifted at the clear sound of Karen’s voice in the background. He relaxed only a little. “I think she’s smiling because she’s missed you all.”

Gabriel grunted again. “After thirty-three years, I can’t say I agree with you. She’s… different.”

“It’s called love, Daddy.”

That sassy retort from Karen made Clement smile. He missed that spunky girl beside him.

“Then are you also the reason she wants to move her entire life to Ethiopia?”

Clement’s smile eased away. “I…”

“Karen, step out for a minute. I need a heart-to-heart talk with your young man.”

Clement swallowed hard at the sound of shuffling feet and the squeaky sounds of a closing door, realizing then he was in the hot seat. He squared his shoulders and prepared himself for Mr. Wells’ hard questions.

Karen called the minute he ended the call with her father. She looked nervous and worried as her face came into view. “Are you okay?”

Clement granted her a smile, though his mind was still on her father’s last words. “I’m fine. Don’t be worried.”

Unconvinced, she squinted at him. “He gave you a hard time, didn’t he?”

“Nothing unexpected.” Clement lay on his stomach and propped the phone against his pillow. “We didn’t get to grill J.R. since we’d known him a long time, but the plan was to torture Darah’s guy.” He smiled. “I’d say your dad, in comparison, was pretty reasonable.”

Karen shook her head, propping the phone against her dresser. “I told him to go easy on you.”

“There’s no need for that. If it were easy, it wouldn’t be worth it.”

Mr. Wells had been clear about needing time to get used to his baby girl falling in love, and to a man he couldn’t easily get access to. His questions about education, past relationships and life overseas were fair and expected, and Clement answered each honestly and with deep conviction. He’d spent time in Karen’s absence thinking about their courtship, growing all the more convinced that he wanted forever with Karen. The “how” could be figured out in time, and Mr. Wells readily agreed. Clement was relieved, deciding to wait till a later conversation to ask for Karen’s hand in marriage. It was only the right thing to do.

“Gee thanks.” She rolled her eyes and took a brush to her curls.

Clement reminisced on the soft thickness of her hair against his fingers. “Where you going? You look nice.”

“Thanks love. I’m hanging out with your sisters and mine. Girls’ day out. The men are watching the kids.”

He arched a brow. “No one mentioned that to me.”

“Yeah, Darah called me while you were speaking with my dad. Invited me over to the house. Not sure what we’re gonna be doing but Sammy’s free, so I’m taking her with me in case I need backup.”

Clement shook his head, guessing what exactly his sisters had planned for Karen. “Just be careful.”

She flashed an assuring smile. “I can handle myself. Don’t worry.”

“Try not to mention anything about our… adventures. They’ll freak out.”

“Undoubtedly freak out.” Karen bit her bottom lip, messing up the lip gloss. “Even though that’s part of our story, I’ll have to be creative about how we met without lying.”

“No worries.” Clement propped his chin on his hand. “I already told them we met at a charity event.”

Karen laughed outright, doubling over in mirth. “You’re such a cad,” she said upon recovery, eyes glistening. Then her smile eased a bit, remembering something. “Just a heads up, my mom’s gonna call you. Beware, she’s a lot feistier than my dad. She doesn’t play, and her questions will be a bit… strange.”

Clement nodded, with a smile. “Yeah, your dad told me already. I’m to expect her call tomorrow.”

Karen tossed an exasperated glance. “Next thing you know, everyone’s gonna want a piece of you. I don’t remember everyone bugging Topher when it was Sammy’s turn. It’s annoying being the middle child.”

“I’m ready for it,” Clement assured her gently. “Don’t worry. Trust me.”

“I trust you. It’s my family I don’t trust. If they had their way, I’d be here a year before coming to you.”

His smile eased instantly. A whole year without Karen?

<<Chapter 30 || Chapter 32 (Epilogue)

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Sanctuary, Chapter 28

Posted on 09/08/2017

An hour after Karen left with Ejigu, Clement paced the length of the empty chapel. Though he believed sending Karen home was the best decision for the two of them, he felt anything but peace. She hadn’t even looked at him, ready to leave after he’d walked away from her. Back then, he’d convinced himself it was better this way, before things got serious between them. Now he wasn’t so sure; he missed her already.

A rumble sounded on the roof and Clement groaned. Nothing like rain to darken his mood.

His phone rang and Clement tugged it free from his shirt pocket. The caller ID was unknown but he accepted the call anyway. “Hello?”

“Junior, hey.”

It was Darah, his only sister. He smiled, grateful for the brief distraction. “Hey. Back from your honeymoon?”

“Been back for weeks now. I guess you’ve been too busy to call home?”

Clement walked to the altar and sat on the steps. “Yeah, my bad. How’s married life?”

“Wonderful. You should try it soon.” She giggled when he snorted derisively. “So when are you coming to visit? Your nephew’s gonna burst out any minute.”

Clement smirked. “Sounds more like wishful thinking. You being for real right now?”

“For real,” Darah laughed. “I’m ready now but he’s taking his precious time to move… just like his dad.”

“I just returned from Houston a month ago. Can’t leave for a while.”

“Aww. Yeah, I guess that’s true… missionaries can’t be gone too long.”

“Glad you understand. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you and my namesake.”

Darah laughed. “Who said he’ll be your namesake? Any-hey, is Karen still with you?”

His smirk eased away. “Not anymore.”

“Oh, she left already? Did you get to spend some time with her? Hope you treated her well.”

“Sort of.” He rubbed his right earlobe. “Why are you all up in my business anyway? Don’t you have better things to do, like get ready for motherhood?”

Darah laughed. “Ooh, I can hear you getting defensive. You want the truth? I’m trying to set you up.”

Clement tossed an exasperated glance to the ceiling. “And why would you do that?”

“Because you two look cute together and it’ll be another fine Teka couple for the win. I’m never wrong about these things. Abe and Phoebe, Bart and Geri, and now you—”

“Oh please. All you did was nag ‘em to get together.”

“I recall you doing the same with Bart, so hush. Any-hey, it’s my turn to nag you to get a move on.”

“But why bug me when you should be taking care of yourself and J.R.?”

“I can multitask. Besides, if you marry Karen, you’ll be coming home more often.”

Clement scoffed. “That’s unlikely. There are people I’m responsible for here…” he trailed off, recalling the same words he’d spoken to Karen on their drive to Bichena. Except he’d rescinded on his promise and sent her away. Dragging a hand over his face, he sighed heavily. “Speaking of, how’s Eli?”

“Nice transition, Junior… Not.” Darah sighed. “He’s fine. He mention how he wants to come live with you?”

A furrow formed in his brow. “I thought he’d forget about it if I didn’t call back.”

Darah snorted. “Well he didn’t. He’s begging for his birth certificate to go get a passport.”

Clement rubbed the tension between his eyes. Just as he’d finally sent Karen back to America and away from the impending danger, his baby brother wanted to come. “I can’t deal with him right now.”

“He won’t leave us alone, Junior,” Darah bemoaned. “Maybe he can come stay for a month and see—”

“A month?!” Clement shook his head. “No way. What about school?”

“I guess he didn’t tell you. He wants to take a break from school for now. Abe and Bart blame you.”

Clement scowled. “Of course they do. Which is probably why they’ll let him come for a month or longer.”

“Well, they’re holding out right now because Phoebe says no.”

He sighed with relief. It was no wonder Phoebe was his favorite sister-in-law. She was reasonable.

“But she’s gonna cave. Geri already gave in. Y’know Eli’s relentless and won’t take no for an answer.”

“He’s being a brat.” Clement dragged a hand over his face, frustration mounting. Having Eleazar underfoot would complicate matters.

Just then, the chapel doors swung open and Clement looked up, his brow furrowed as a lone figure stumbled out of the darkness. Recognizing Ejigu, Clement stood abruptly. “Hey Darah, let me call you back.” He disconnected the phone and hurried to him.

Clothes soaked from the downpour, an injured Ejigu staggered toward Clement. Once Clement caught him from stumbling, Ejigu sagged against him and sobbed openly.

“What happened?” Clement glanced behind him, alarm seizing him. “Where’s Karen!?”

The younger man only groaned and turned his bleeding face to Clement’s shoulder. At that moment, Dula hurried into the chapel with Ashon at his heels. “What happened?” Dula asked, helping to hold Ejigu up.

“Where is Karen, Ejigu?!” Clement demanded, grabbing his collar tightly.

Ashon stepped forward, alarm etched in his features as he took in the younger man’s bruises and the blood. He turned toward Clement. “Where is Missy?”

Ejigu’s battered face did nothing to calm the mounting panic in Clement. “Answer me, man! Where is she?!” he demanded, jostling the injured man. He ignored Dula’s attempt to calm him down. “Ejigu, talk!”

“K-Kutfi.” Ejigu dissolved into sobs, the heart-wrenching cries echoing in the chapel.

Clement’s grip loosened and Ashon stiffened beside him, both equally stricken.

“The Kutfi are here?” Dula looked understandably terrified. “How did they find us?”

“It’s my fault,” Clement said in a daze. “I sent Karen with Ejigu to the capital an hour ago.”

“Why would you do a thing like that?” Ashon demanded, anger displayed in his face. “It’s dangerous!”

“No,” Ejigu said, sniffing loudly as he righted to his feet. “It’s my fault. I led them here.” The young man lowered his face in shame and regret. “I’m sorry.”

Anger surged through Clement, the extent of Ejigu’s betrayal hitting him like a freight train. And true to his impulsive nature, he lunged at Ejigu with avenging hands before anyone else could recover.

Ejigu was a double agent; working for both the government and the Kutfi. He’d served as an Agazi Commando officer near Somalia and some parts of Djibouti for many years when his mother suddenly became gravely ill. His sister was too young to take care of their mother by herself and even though she’d dropped out of college, her job wasn’t enough to sustain them. The money Ejigu made as an officer was not enough. He became desperate and couldn’t refuse the offer to serve as an informant for the Kutfi.

Grim-faced, Clement and Dula stared in stunned silence as the young man moaned bitterly, tears falling down his bleeding face. Distraught and afraid, this former soldier broke down as he divulged the details of his treachery to his nation and his friends.

“I just have one question…” As Ejigu lifted red-rimmed eyes, Clement continued. “Did you approach me on purpose? Were you aware I was a pastor of a church and an orphanage before you approached me?”

There was a flicker in Ejigu’s eyes and this time, it was Dula who swung his fist at Ejigu’s face. Only Ashon pulled off the older man from pummeling Ejigu to death. “Hold off,” Ashon gasped, holding his son-in-law by his arms. “We won’t be able to find out the truth if you kill him.”

“Traitor! Coward! Devil!” Dula even hurled insults in Amharic, each word a visible blow to Ejigu. “How could you do that? You put our lives in danger to save your skin? What about the kids? What about my family?!”

Ejigu lowered his head, ridden with shame and regret.

“Ashon is right,” Clement said, sounding surprisingly calm. “I would like to kill you with my bare hands but God wouldn’t like that. Besides, keeping you alive will help us more than hurt us.”

Dula threw a glare at Clement. “He’s the reason why Karen was captured!”

“And he’ll be the reason we find her again… and get rid of the Kutfi for good.” Clement narrowed his eyes at the younger man. “That is if you want to be forgiven?”

“I will never forgive him!” Dula seethed. “What if he’d lured the Kutfi here?”

“Calm down, son,” Ashon softly said, though his hardened gaze remained on Ejigu. “Listen, I’m barely holding back 180 pounds of muscle, young man, so you better talk or I’ll join them to kill you.”

Fear flickered in the young man’s eyes and the other three marveled at how he’d managed to live a double life for so long. His Adam’s apple bounced as his eyes darted from one man to the other before settling on Clement’s face. “I didn’t plan on—” he paused when Clement held up a hand.

“I don’t want your excuses or apologies. Just tell me where they’re taking her and why.”

Ejigu’s face twisted in pain. “It’s you they want, not her. If you go, she’ll kill you.”

Clement frowned. “She?”

“Mrs. Badri. Her husband controlled the Kutfi until his death—”

“I don’t need a history, Ejigu!” Clement snapped, his calm quickly slipping away. “Mrs. Badri has Karen?”

Ejigu nodded, bowing his head. “She must’ve recognized me somehow. I’m sorry.”

Clement felt like air was knocked out of him and he rested a hand on a pew to keep from teetering backward. He was the reason Karen had been kidnapped. Him, not Ejigu, was the real culprit.

Ashon clamped a hand over Clement’s shoulder. “Now is not the time for that. We need a plan.”

“He’s right,” Dula said begrudgingly. “Brother, we need to work together if we want to save your lady.”

Clement tucked away the guilt and regret and turned to Ejigu. “Where are they headed?”

“Djibouti.” Ejigu grimaced from the blows he’d suffered from not just the Kutfi but also both Clement and Dula’s avenging fists. He met Clement’s unrelenting stare. “I will come with you.”

Dula snorted disdainfully. “We can’t trust you. Just tell us the way.”

Ashon placed his other hand on Dula’s shoulder. “We take him with us since he knows where they are.”

Baba,” Dula protested. “He worked for those who took Wubit from you.”

He nodded, squeezing his son-in-law’s shoulder. “But he wouldn’t have come back to tell us what happened to Missy if he didn’t regret what he did. Isn’t that so?”

A despondent Ejigu dissolved in sobs while Dula and Clement scowled. Ashon turned to Clement. “What’s your plan, Missionary?”

Karen tried moving her right foot and grimaced at the sharp pain that shot up her leg. She hissed and clutched her calf, freezing until the pain subsided. A leg cramp; for the third time since she’d been transferred from Ejigu’s wrecked vehicle into a van full of scary armed soldiers.

Frisson shot through her and Karen silently scanned the metal rods barring her from escaping. The armed soldiers had tossed her unceremoniously into this dank cell an hour ago, and refused to acknowledge her or the questions she screamed at their backs as they left her here.

Groaning, Karen bowed her head and closed her eyes. “What is this?” she whispered, tears falling from her cheeks to the cold cement floor. They couldn’t even provide a blanket or a pillow. Even the small window that let in some light wasn’t enough to calm her down. “Why is this happening to me?”

The bravado that sustained her through the cramped plane ride in a tight cubicle had dissolved the minute the sickening sound of metal locking in place sealed her fate.

A sob caught in her throat and Karen choked on it, her shoulders shaking as she wept loudly for the first time since she left home. This wasn’t at all what she signed up for, never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined such a terrible end to her adventure. The thought of many innocent children having to face such a terrifying experience made her weep even louder, her despondent cries echoing against the stone walls.

Fear painted a horrifying image of her stripped to her undergarments and her thick hair shaved to the scalp. Karen trembled uncontrollably as she imagined herself being doused with cold water before the tranquilizer needle was shoved into her arm. The life in her eyes dimmed and her head lolled forward.

Screaming, Karen held her hands over her ears and shook her head to clear the ghastly images.

I am with you always.

The voice, though softly-spoken like a whisper, sounded louder than her screams. As though someone had spoken over her shoulder. Karen jerked around, coming face to face with a wall. She hiccupped, scanning the markings on the wall. Some were from the uneven and unpolished stone surface, but some were purposeful etchings on the stone.

Sniffing back tears, she scooted closer and squinted. The etchings looked like some kind of language but it might as well have been hieroglyphics. Karen sighed and pressed her head against the cool stone. She closed her eyes, ready to give up. But in that moment, she thought of her family; of her parents, her sister and brother, and her niece and nephew. She recalled the last night she’d knelt beside them in bed for night prayers and listened as they softly recited the Bible verse she and their mother had taught them.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” Karen whispered, her voice trembling. “I will fear no evil for You are with me.” A lone tear fell down her cheeks as revelation hit home. “Father, please protect me from evil.”

A metal door slammed open followed by the echoes of footsteps approaching her cell. Karen shifted around and crawled toward the bars, prepared to plead her case. As the person came in view, Karen froze in shock at the familiar face of the woman standing on the other side of the bars.

A grim-faced Jennifer, her once-colleague, stood with a tray of food. “Hello Karen.”

Karen could only stare, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.

Jennifer approached the gate and sighed when Karen scooted closer to the back wall, her eyes wide with fear. “Don’t look at me like that,” she mumbled, bending to place the tray right in front of the bars. “Eat.”

As Jennifer turned to go, Karen’s tongue loosened. “Wait!” Her voice rang along the walls. When Jennifer turned back with a blank expression, Karen’s mouth moved but nothing came out.

“You want to know why I’m here,” Jennifer supplied, walking back to the gate. “Or maybe why you’re here?”

Karen nodded, still unable to form the words bouncing in her head.

“It’s a long story…” Jennifer folded her arms. “And I doubt I’ll have enough time. My mother’s coming soon.”

Mouth agape, Karen gawked at the young woman as she quietly connected the dots; starting from the story about how Jennifer’s mother had abandoned her. “Why…?” she croaked out in disbelief.

“I came here to Djibouti because of her, y’know.” A sad smile twitched her lips. “The minute I saw her picture in some artsy-farsty magazine, I had to know where she was. I had to see her, had to know why she left me.”

Karen didn’t know what to say. It was clear that Jennifer still battled with the hurt of being abandoned, but it didn’t explain why she was part of child kidnapping.

“It made sense when I got here,” Jennifer said with a sneer. “She’s got a good life here, people waiting on her hand and foot, treating her like a queen. It’s no wonder she’d stay here instead of with a broke husband…” she paused when Karen’s brows furrowed. Then sighed deeply. “Look, I was surprised to see you here. She’s very angry with you. How’d you get involved in this mess?”

“I…” Karen shook her head. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

Jennifer glanced over her shoulder and then looked back at Karen, her own brow furrowed. “She’s coming so hurry, eat this.” She reached into the cell, handing Karen a bread roll. “I’ll come back when she’s gone.”

Karen obediently shoved generous pieces of the roll into her mouth, chewing fast as Jennifer collected the tray and hurried out the door. Swallowing the dry bread, Karen waited anxiously.

The metal door swung open and heels clicked loudly as her second visitor entered the prison quarters. Pulse pounding loudly in her ears, Karen willed herself not to tremble and kept her eyes on the approaching figure. The woman came to view and Karen swallowed a gasp.

There was a clear resemblance between mother and daughter; both with the oblong features and high cheek bones. This woman was darker, from many years in the eastern sun, and features harsher than Jennifer’s.

Her dark eyes narrowed. “You are Austin Legesse’s woman? Or is it Pastor Clement Teka?”

Chiils sent shivers down Karen’s spine. Still, she steeled herself against the fear that threatened to crumble her. “I-I don’t know what you mean. Who is that?”

The woman smirked although there was a wicked glint in her eyes. “It won’t do you good to lie to me, young lady. I have eyes everywhere and already know who you are, Karen Wells from Houston.” At Karen’s silence, the woman’s eyes swept over her. “No matter. I’ll soon have who I want. Rest for now.”

At the woman’s exit, Karen sagged in defeat. The evil woman had discovered Clement’s identity, which meant that this abduction wasn’t a mistake. She’d been captured in order to lure Clement here, to his demise. The bread stuck in Karen’s throat suddenly pushed upwards and she expelled the contents forcefully.

Jennifer hurried inside and halted in front of the cell, grimacing at the sight. “Are you alright?”

Groaning, Karen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tossed Jennifer an accusing glare.

“She’s a piece of work, isn’t she?” Jennifer said with a wry smile. “Don’t worry. She won’t kill you.”

Not yet she won’t, a disturbed Karen thought, her hope dissipating fast as Jennifer set the tray before her.

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