“So secretive,” she said. “Is this what you’ve been doing while I was away?”

“This is our country. Or it would be ours if we could just get rid of the dumb Brits”

You’re just living there because you have to, a voice inside me pressed again. Was it true?

I wondered what had happened to them. Were they in jail? Out and about and just hadn’t made contact with me?

Yitzchok just stared at me, his hand on the doorknob. “Are you crazy?” he whispered

“No, really, Dovid,” Zalman continued, dropping into the seat beside me. “I care about you. Something’s bothering you. I can feel it”

“Is that all everyone knows me as? The granddaughter whose father was killed? The orphan?”

I ran as fast and hard as I could, twisting through alleyways only a Yerushalmi would know, hoping to lose the men I imagined were following closely behind me