And then Kathy’s cell phone rang. She picked it up. “Hello?” “Is this Mrs. Zeitoun?” a voice asked. The man seemed nervous. He pronounced Zeitoun wrong. Kathy’s stomach dropped. She managed to say yes. “I saw your husband,” the man said. Kathy sat down. An image of his body floating in the filth— “He’s okay,” the voice said. “He’s in prison. I’m a missionary. I was at Hunt, the prison up in St. Gabriel. He’s there. He gave me your number.” Kathy asked him a dozen questions in one breath. “Sorry, that’s all I know. I can’t tell you anything else.” She asked him how she could get hold of
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