There was no explanation, no room for questions, but something in his voice made her obey without hesitation.
They left Zima Town just as the first light touched the sky. Soma carried a small bag, the same one she had brought into that house expecting a life of silent endurance.
As they walked past familiar streets, she noticed something strange.
Baba Akutu was not moving like he used to.
The slow shuffle was gone. The heavy reliance on his staff had reduced. His steps were stronger, more certain.
Soma frowned slightly, but said nothing.
A car was waiting at the main road.
Not just any car.
A long, polished vehicle that looked completely out of place in that dusty environment.
Soma stopped.
