An important decision

Isaac appeared with a tray, not long after Racheal took her seat behind her desk.

“Ma’am. He said.

She nodded toward the sitting area, and he went in with the tray and dropped it on the table.

She turned back to the desktop, and finished looking at the sheets from yesterday.

She was happy to mark the project as complete. She did not want to have to look at anything that reminded her of that camp.

It was too painful.

She hoped Spencer Sherrod would reap the fruits of his wickedness.

First the journalist, now a whole camp that housed thousands of people. He had killed even his own citizens.

If the news ever got out he would be cooked.

Maybe she would do that, when she and Steffan were safely out of Yin, she would turn the information of what Spencer did to her father.

If anyone would be able to make the man pay, it was her father.

She stood up, and went to the sitting area.

She took the napkin covering the tray off, and saw the usual breakfast. Toast, eggs, bacon, coffee, fruit juice, b