Epilogue
I wait outside his house. The Ghuraba sergeant who shot Caleb in the heart, raped Sarah, and sold countless girls into slavery. His three wives and thirteen children race through the English farmhouse they stole without a care in the world.
The air grows frigid as darkness falls and silence descends upon the land of the Amish. He steps outside to the barn where he keeps his truck, once filled with livestock, but now full of graft. I slip in behind him like a wraith as he climbs into the cab and starts the engine.
The big barn door slams shut.
"What the heck?" he says in Arabic.
He gets out of the truck and steps towards the door, grabs the latch and pulls with all his might.
I slip up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.
"Bismillah," I whisper as he turns.
I stab the st
