Two
Place one foot after the other.
That’s it.
Her feet walked across the marble floor. Those looming, cold, perfectly white walls pressed in on her.
The smart home devices tried to create the illusion of comforting companionship by adjusting the temperature just to the right degree when she entered a room, turning on the coffeemaker in the morning, and playing her favorite tune while the lamps switched on a gentle light.
It was the song of a Scottish bagpipe.
Rahab breathed in the air that was nowhere close to the fresh wind that blew across the highlands. It smelled hollow. The sun rose beneath the glass windows while she overlooked the city, as she had every morning for three months now. But when she closed her eyes, she saw Glencoe.
“Turn off the song,” she mumbled towards the m
