“Maybe today.”

He stood at the window and watched the morning sun climb over the mountain. He lowered his eyes to shield them from the glare of the sunlight shining against the streets and buildings. It was a bright and beautiful morning, but all he felt was darkness. It was the same darkness he had felt last night as he tried to sleep. It was the same darkness he felt every day now, the same one that they all felt every day now.

He raised his eyes to the window again. “Maybe today,” he said.

He stepped from his house to go to work. Along his way, he was very careful to be aware of his surroundings. Every day, he heard the stories of what had happened to others; some from his own neighborhood. The fortunate ones had been stopped by one of the official security groups who had forced them to sh…