It is an old — a very old — photo album. Daina clutches the album gingerly, afraid to disturb the cracked, crackly sheets of plastic

Vasara clenches her fists and punches the stuffy air. Mission accomplished. Sort of. At least the first part has gone according to plan

Vasara hopes the guard has followed through on his promise to leave the archive building unlocked for the night

Daina thinks she can recognize some of the faces from her welcoming party not that long ago. And Tzippy, of course, is a regular visitor here, being married to Leah’s son. As for ...

Leah stops, keeping her distance from the grubby banister. The girl has her arms crossed. Her hair hangs loose around her neck. She needs a haircut