The fire had been there, burning smolder and deep within Miriam's reserve for months. It was the manner in which she watched her father, not with children's blind worship, but with an analyst's piercing gaze, reading the unspoken lexicon of his focus, the tension in his shoulders when the System delivered him ill tidings. It was the way she charted each detail, from hasty village drawings to diligent plans of the social and physical infrastructure of the village. But the catalyst that fueled the flame to a blaze was the mobile clinic.
With Anna now dividing her time between the Cement Fields, the Riverside hub logistics—earlier coordinated by Anna's native, practical genius—began to unravel. The incorrect transportation was filled with supplies designated for the mobile clinic. Inventorie
