At first his heart went into his throat because he thought Sarah had hit by the blast, but then he saw her, sitting in her chair, looking unruffled with not even a hair out of place, looking as if not even a light breeze had disturbed anything near her. She sat just as she had before, as if she hadn’t seen or heard anything and not noticing the bodies that uprooted from their chairs and against the walls when the explosion occurred. Even now her expression remained as placid as that of a*****e mannequin.
Only one other person sat at the table—Jessica Lodge. She was still in her chair, untouched by the blast and she looked different. Her previously elegant hair was askew, and her face had a deep cut along the left cheek where a flap of skin now hung down, but no blood flowed. John could s
