Voices outside my door woke me up.

Sliding doors are not quiet.

But I tried to stay quiet as a peered outside the room.

Sumin and the kids were still sleeping.

I heard snatches of words.

Busan, Incheon, retreat.

What was happening?

The soldier, Benjamin, was there, and two others.

Sumin's aunt and uncle.

Some other townspeople.

Were we losing the war?

MacArthur, arrival, attack.

I tried to slide the door shut.

Sumin's uncle must have heard me moving.

"Jieun."

The voices quieted, and eyes turned to me.

"I woke up."

I slid out of the room, and walked out barefoot.

"The American general is attacking Incheon.

The reds will be out of Busan soon."

"She shouldn't know about this."

They didn't trust refugees.

Soldiers had come in the middle of the night to not draw attention.

There were still spies and communist supporters.

I understood.

But I still felt a sting as I turned to the speaker.

Unfair.