Anton Reves has a fourteen year old daughter.
The realization settles over the operations room while morning light spills through the eastern windows and the compound adjusts around a new variable none of us expected. Faye sits beside me, very still in the genuine way the kind of stillness that means her mind is moving too fast for her body to follow.
Reth stands near the door with the careful expression that means the situation has more layers than he has counted yet. Nadia is by the window. My mother has lowered her tea. Marcus leans against the wall without his newspaper, which means even he considers this moment too important for the performance of normalcy.
Her name is Sera.
Three words from Anton Reves after the Alderman meeting. Three words that carried more weight than he admit
