Shae’s legs swayed. She put a hand out and braced herself against the back of the nearest chair. Perhaps she was having a feverish, postpartum nightmare. Perhaps she was mistaken about the date of the KJA meeting. Was it really Thirdday today, not Secondday? The phone in the kitchen rang. She staggered toward it and picked it up. It was Juen Nu. “I can’t reach the Pillar.” The Horn’s words, and the awful pause that followed them, shattered her denial. “Do you know if he was inside that building?” Shae heard her own shallow breathing, and her voice, alarmingly weak. “I think so.”
