Taya was caught off guard as someone grabbed her wrist.

Above her head, a clear and pleasant voice said, “Sister, come

with me.”

The person led Taya through the crowd, expertly avoiding them, and after several twists and turns through the dark hallway, they emerged from the café’s kitchen.

A motorcycle was parked on the road ahead, and Herb got on it, took off his helmet, and threw it to Taya before reaching out his

hand to her. “Get on!”

When Taya saw the motorcycle, she thought of ...