CHAPTER TEN
Eva followed Swanson back to the Council chamber, neither of them saying a word. The air smelled stale to Eva; there was no way out of the situation she now found herself in. There never really had been. Her daughter was in a place only the sinners were supposed to go when they died.
There was commotion up ahead as they entered the foyer. The Council chamber stood empty, seats abandoned in chaos. The noise came from a room on the far side. Swanson began to hurry and Eva kept pace with him, her legs aching at the strain of doing so. Eva’s grumbling stomach reminded her she had not eaten and she grabbed a pastry from a nearby trolley. The smell of vanilla was cloying and the fat from the pastry made her hand slick but she persisted with nibbling on it.
“What’s the fuss?” Swans
