The church was empty at this hour except for the three of them.
Kenji sat in the front pew with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded together and his eyes on the altar ahead. The candles along the walls were low. Most of them had been burning since morning and were halfway down now, the wax pooling at the base of each iron holder. The light they gave was warm but thin.
Marcus was two pews back. He had his arms crossed and his legs stretched out in front of him and his head tilted back slightly. Not sleeping. Just waiting. Marcus was good at waiting. He had a patience to him that never looked like patience from the outside.
Aria sat apart from both of them. Off to the right, near the side window. The glass there was old and colored and the light coming through it at this hour put faint blues and golds across her hands where they rested in her lap. She wasn't looking at anything in particular. Just sitting with whatever was in her head.
None of them were talking.
