The road we took from the carnival yesterday leads us to the other side of the city. The glowing colours of dawn streak the sky, and once we get service and data on our phones, we hook up GPS and go straight to Edwina’s house. No one is there.
Ruth called us a dozen times, Gary and the others a few more times, and we change direction to Constellation Halls. To our relief, everyone is safe and sound—June, Curtis, and Joel who got treatment for his ripped shoulder muscle and wounded leg. Blood douses the swathe of bandages around my hands, and Ruth nearly faints see them.
We all get immediate medical treatment. No one asks what happened and what we saw. Even Curtis keeps his mouth shut. Alistair hasn't spoken since, but his movements are stiff and a bit unstable. I can’t blame him, but at
