Chapter 5

Yonathan was hammering away, the clanging echoing through the room.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He didn't even look up.

"I'm forging something for you," he replied.

He was hammering a sheet of metal into the shape of a knife. It was a bit bigger than a kitchen knife but slimmer than a cleaver.

"A slaughter knife?" I asked.

"Yeah. The one the meat processing plant gave you is way too dull. Every time you come back, the web of your hand is all red," he said.

Three days later, the knife was finished.

The spine was thick,…