The shelter coordinator had drawn an arrow through a wall.
Not deliberately. On the printed plan, the line followed a public passage that had once opened onto the harbor road. On the ground, a temporary security enclosure had closed the far end. The arrow remained green and reassuring on the notice beside the shelter’s kitchen.
Sera stood beneath it with the local scout while the coordinator explained that the contractor had called the enclosure temporary.
“When did anyone last walk this with the residents?” Sera asked.
“We checked the front street after the first recovery.”
“That isn’t this route.”
“No.”
The coordinator took down the copy herself. She did not wait for the scouts to finish their assessment before removing a direction known to be wrong. A temporary note identified the verified public exit and stated that the fuller route was under review.
