I lean forward, my pen poised over the notepad, its tip pressing lightly against the crisp white paper. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hum softly overhead as I ask, "So you heard more explosions after the first one?"
Min-seo nods, her eyes distant, unfocused, as if gazing into the past. Her slender fingers fidget with the hem of her worn sweater. "Yes, almost every day for a while. Sometimes they were loud, like thunder. Other times, just muffled thumps. I had no idea what they were, but they seemed to make my captors nervous. I could hear them arguing in hushed tones afterward."
"And then what happened?" Sue prompts gently, her voice warm and encouraging. She leans forward slightly, her body language open and attentive.
