“When I started helping your organization,” Lena continued, “I told myself I’d explain after the next crisis. Then after the next. But every year you listened less.

Eventually I knew exactly what would happen if I told you.”

“What?”

“You would thank me, hand the information to Donovan, and ask him whether I was exaggerating.”

Adrian lowered his eyes. She was right.

“I’m sorry,” he said.