Across the way, Dany sees soldiers interrogating the driver of the van.
The fireflies may be gone from her eyes, but her world is evaporating at the edges. She’s been running on force of will. When the adrenaline in her bloodstream runs out, she’ll drop like a rock. She’s been there before. For now, fear is her friend.
Eva grinds the car forward again and stutters to a stop. They are two car lengths from the checkpoint, now, and her gaze keeps tripping over the soldiers. “We need a map,” she says. Mister Faraday, next to her, is nodding. He says something that might mean glovebox. “Check up front,” Dany says, and her hand finds Mac’s shoulder.
Mac’s face is no longer freckled red. Her face a stain of pink, Mac rifles through the glovebox. She passes an old map back. Then she curls u
