“Of course.” Liza couldn’t help but stare as they were led through the compound. “These caves are beautiful.”

“They’re cold and wet,” the man grumbled. “Some of our people are sick.”

“I’d be happy to help them as well,” Liza told him. “I didn’t get your name, sir.”

“Brother Joshua.”

Liza recognized his name. Joshua was Amos’s guess for who would take Ephraim’s place.

Joshua continued to look uncomfortable. The people they passed met them with shock and downright animosity. But they also watched Tom with interest, whispering that he carried two big bags filled with food.

Liza just smiled and waved, making sure the first-aid kit she’d taken from the helicopter was prominently displayed. The red cross was a symbol most people recognized. Even those who’d been hiding for thirty years.

They followed Joshua through a maze of rooms, many partitioned off with curtains. Some were legit curtains and others were clotheslines with drying laundry.

The young woman screamed again and this time it was closer. Joshua pushed the curtain aside and three shocked pairs of eyes met theirs.

Hayley—Liza refused to call her Magdalena in her own mind—lay on a pallet on the floor, sobbing. Two women kneeled next to her. One was older and had a harsh face. The other was much younger and exuded an air of gentleness.

The older woman rose, shock quickly morphing to outrage. “What is the meaning of this?”

Liza met Hayley’s wide eyes and gave her a small wink.

“They were sent by Sister Coleen,” Joshua said. “Two healers, and the man carries food and water. You may return to your own quarters, Tamar.”

“No,” Hayley cried. “Tamar can stay. Make Rebecca go.”

The older woman’s face darkened. “You will be silent, Magdalena.”

Liza left the politics to Molina and Tom, dropping to her knees next to Hayley. “I’m Liza,” she said for everyone to hear, then lowered her voice. “Graham got through.”

Hayley grabbed her hand and squeezed so hard that Liza thought her bones would crack. “He’s in the box. Get him out. Please.”

The box. Liza knew what that was because Gideon had been put there for a whole week. It was where rule-breakers were confined and given only the most basic rations of food and water.

Liza looked up at Tom and he gave her a nod, his promise to take care of it.

“I want my brother here for my baby’s birth. Please,” Hayley begged.

“He stays in the box,” Rebecca declared. “Pastor can determine his fate when he returns.”

“That might be a while,” Liza commented. “He could be hospitalized for up to six weeks.”

A collective gasp rose from behind them and Liza realized that a crowd had gathered. Tamar dipped a cloth in a bowl of water and dabbed at Hayley’s forehead, leaning in to whisper in her ear something that Liza couldn’t hear.

Hayley nodded pitifully. “Thank you,” she whispered to the woman.

Tamar patted Liza’s shoulder. “I’ll be back later.”

Behind them, Molina and Tom were telling Joshua about the supplies they’d brought, so Liza leaned in close. “We’re here to get you out,” she whispered, then raised her voice. “I’d like to examine Magdalena. Can we give the patient some privacy?”