It was almost a relief, to stop being divided.

Terror and clarity arriving in the same instant, and behind them a single whole woman, dialing a number she had been keeping ready her whole marriage for exactly this.

Chapter 7 — Special Protective Rights

Phoebe arrived before sunrise.

She came into my room, looked at my leg in its splint, and sat down beside the bed, and I handed her the access credentials to the encrypted server, and I watched her watch the recording of the foyer, once, all the way through, on her phone.

When it ended, her face had changed.