“That,” I said, “was the announcement.

Three hours ago.

You’ve just been slow to read it.”

The officer walked him out through the doors into the rain.

Through the glass I watched Flynn stand under the awning and lift his phone and call Selina — call her, I understood, because she was now the only person left in the world who might still take his side.

She answered.

I could not hear it, but I could see it: her voice long enough for a scream, a flare of it visible even in his posture, and then the line went dead and Flynn stood alone in the rain holding a phone that no one was on anymore.