Tsu Ling and Jorge woke Wilona at four in the morning, just three hours after Wilona had fallen into a restless sleep.
"We have to go," Tsu Ling said. Her squinty eyes were increasingly thin from lack of sleep and crying, but she smiled confidently.
Jorge looked tired, and the dark shadows on his chin and jawline were deepening from not shaving for several days, but his grip on Tsu Ling's waist was firm.
"Where are you going?" Wilona asked anxiously. "It's not even morning yet."
"We've agreed to go somewhere, and I'm sorry we couldn't tell you," Tsu Ling said gently. "Sometime, when the situation permits, I'll call you."
"Please convey my gratitude to Josh," Jorge said. "I can't express it to him in person, but I always wish him the best. I know how heavy his burden is as heir to the
