She looked at me, her eyes filling with tears, and asked me again. “Take your mask off.”

We were standing in the middle of the road, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of kidnappers, when she smacked me across the face and screamed at me to take the mask off.

I was hesitant. What would happen if I did, would she be in even more danger? What would she think of me if she knew who was behind th...