Chapter 15Rhya slowly slid the door aside to her house. Her living room was in shadow, the only light shone from the dining area where Jayanta sat staring at her, hunched over a cup of tepid black tea. Beside her on the table was a plate, empty except for a few scraps of bread crust.
“She’s not here yet?” Rhya asked, already knowing the answer. Jayanta shook her head and looked back down into her cup.
“I thought you were going to get some sleep,” Rhya said as she laid her carry-sack on the chair in the living room and slowly walked toward Jayanta.
“I slept for a few minutes on the couch,” Jayanta sighed, “in case she came in, I’d hear her. I was too worried to sleep long.” Her eyes were red with fatigue and concern.
Rhya stopped at the telecom console between the dining and living area
