Chapter 20 — The Long Machinery of the Law

The weeks that followed were not dramatic, which is a thing no one tells you about the aftermath of a dramatic day.

They were paperwork and phone calls and long afternoons in conference rooms that smelled of stale coffee, and they were, in their own grinding way, harder than the airport had been, because adrenaline carries you through a single hour and nothing carries you through the hundred hours after.

I was not prepared for how lonely it would be, either.