Mira put the map down with the river facing the wrong way.
She noticed before anyone corrected her. The paper had been copied and folded too many times; the creases caught against the table when she turned it. On the screen above the delegates, her hands looked larger than the streets.
“This is the plan my network used,” she said. “It isn’t the corrected evacuation map.”
The chair asked when she had last believed it sufficient.
“Before Tessa’s revised count reached the dam.”
“And before that?”
“I believed the listed routes could move the people at risk.”
“Everyone at risk?”
