277 · LITTLE BROTHER
I started to ask what they were doing there, and that’s when I saw Barbara Stratford. She’d evidently been held back in the corridor, but now she came in pushing and shoving. “There you are,” she said, kneeling beside me and grabbing me in the longest, hardest hug of my life. That’s when I knew it — Guantanamo by the Bay was in the hands of its enemies. I was saved.