FREYA
I go to Max's office straight from the training ground, still in my training clothes. He is the only one I can discuss what happened this morning with and I really need to talk to someone about it.
I could barely focus on drills today.
He is at his desk with a map spread out under his hands and he looks up when I come in and reads my face in the half second it takes me to shut the door.
"What happened?"
I tell him. All of it.
Victoria at the side door in the dark, the eastern road, the way she moved like a woman who had walked it a hundred times. The patrol. How she was off the road and into the trees before the headlights reached the bend, not because she heard them but because she knew the hour they would pass. The shift at the boundary. How I could not follow.
Max listens
