Decision making

By the time Sophia woke up, it was pitch dark in the room in which she slept. She had slept like the dead and had no idea of how much time had passed, but still, she had not awoken of her volition. Something had woken her up, so she lay still in the dark, all her senses on high alert. Then she heard it … the sound of low voices conversing. The voices were male and sounded like Duncan and Michael. Sophia got out of bed and padded downstairs, where she found them drinking beer and discussing. They paused whatever they were saying as she came in, and Michael looked at her, his gaze unreadable.

“Sleep well?” Duncan asked.

“Yes, I did. Thanks. Where’s Toby?” Sophia replied.

“He’s upstairs still sleeping.”

“Are you hungry? There’s some food in the kitchen if you are.” Michael told her, so she went into the kitchen and brought the food to the living room where they were to eat it.

“Um, Sophia. We’ll be going out later today to the bank.” Duncan told her.

“The bank? What for?”

“Your lat