Eva's POV
There was an awkward silence as we rode out of the woods and into the general population. I sneaked a quick glance at her and noticed that she was looking blankly at something only she could see. Her fingers were not still. She was playing with them on her lap.
I also did that when I was uncomfortable or nervous. Like mother, like daughter, I thought before catching myself and mentally shaking my head in denial.
The sounds of galloping horses distracted me from my inner turmoil. A group of horsemen rode past us in a small cloud of dust. I stuck my head out the window and noticed riding with one of the horsemen was the older woman, Martha. I had noticed that there was tension. She was in chains afterall. She had to be a criminal or to have been accused of a crime. There was a difference between the two; a difference I knew all too well.
