Missy, the girl who takes care of us, saw me looking at John sitting by the window reading the bible. “Corrie, do you want me to wheel you over?” I nodded and she pushed my chair to the corner and I sat next to John in the early morning sunlight. He’s reading his bible like he always does. I hate him. He stole my life, and he has the nerve to sit happily and read the bible. I close my eyes and think of Norway in 1900. My...