Chapter 10Helpless, Joe patted Levin’s shoulder again. The tears were freezing up on Levin’s lashes. He was still mourning Novak.
They stood in the left corner of the yard, exposed to the wind. Lock down was over, but Joe didn’t know why they’d been let out in the yard today―it was so cold, Linhart’s stone walls looked like they might crack. “I’m sorry,” he said to Levin, for the third or fourth time. “But we both knew Novak was gonna decide his own faith.”
“You know Piotr was a musician.” Levin was calmer, and wiped his nose with the back of his glove.
“Was that Novak’s first name?”
“Yes, Piotr. Peter.”
Joe had to look away for a moment. That was his brother’s name. In so many ways, Novak had been his brother. He wished…
No, there was no sense in thinking about that.
“He was talent
