MoonQuill

_Spy in the House_ The insulated room was small, with a dome-shaped ceiling, no windows, and but one small, heavy door through which we entered, closing it carefully behind us. "At last," Dr. Brende exclaimed. "Now we can talk freely." But I was not satisfied. "That girl, Ahla--can you trust her?" They all looked at me in surprise. When one is close to danger, sometimes one recognizes it least; with Ahla in this household for over a year now, they could not imagine her an enemy. "I saw her looking up at the insulat…