Morning sunlight through the window made Desa feel uneasy. Normally, she liked mornings, but this dawn brought with it the prospect of following Marcus to his bank and using the radio to contact the Synod. She stood before a rectangular pane lined with dark brown muntin, watching silver rays bounce off the slanted black roof across the street.
A knock at the door startled her.
Desa stood with her hands clasped behind herself, hanging her head at the sound. “You may come in,” she called out. “I am the only one here.”
She turned in time to see the door swing inward, allowing Marcus to step into the room. He was dressed in brown trousers and his long duster, and he carried his hat in one hand. “I trust you"re ready to go.”
Desa shut her eyes, breathing deeply to calm herself. “I would rem
