Breaking bread with the man who has ordered the wholesale slaughter of my people is the most difficult thing that I’ve ever had to do.
I watch him as he licks the honey from his fingers and do my best to mask the fury that I feel every time that I look at him. And when he looks up at me, I smile, because that’s what I’m supposed to do.
Little does he know that his time of reckoning is coming. I am young and small and feminine, but I have more to lose than he could ever dream and that makes me reckless.
My husband sits to my right and smiles at me with that smile that has melted my heart since I first saw him. That smile that he only gives to me. Every time he touches me, my skin burns with the most delicious heat and my thoughts go back to the night that I won him over; the night that he became mine.
I pay careful attention when he and my guest speak, because every word could be the difference between the life and death of everything that I know.
I never meant to be a savior, but I wasn’t given a choice.
God willing, my people will not die today.