“A lot of people helped keep it from getting worse.”

Nia was quiet.

“That’s your way of saying yes,” she said.

“It’s my way of telling you the truth.”

“Can you come home?”

Lena closed her eyes. “Not yet.”

“I knew you were going to say that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just tired of the river getting you first.”

Lena did not know what to say to that.

She could stand in a room full of officials and make a difficult technical finding without flinching. But her daughter had a talent for reaching the places where reports had no language at all.

“When this is over,” Lena said, “I’m taking a day that belongs to us. No phone unless somebody’s life depends on it.”

“Two days,” Nia answered.

“One and a half.”

“Two.”

Lena smiled in spite of herself.

“Two.”

She ended the call and stepped outside into the fading rain.

The town looked ordinary from a distance: church steeple, water tower, apartment roofs, dark storefronts along Main Street. The brown water in the streets was less visible than the red lights of rescue vehicles. From this height, it almost looked peaceful.

Then she saw Deputy Vale standing beside his cruiser.

He had mud up to his knees and a granola bar wrapper stuck to the wet cuff of his sleeve.

“My body camera is secured,” he told her. “Dispatch preserved the security complaint. The original caller was a Grayline supervisor. She said you were trying to damage the gate. She knew your name before you arrived.”

“Did you ask why she knew it?”

Vale looked at the ground.

“No.”

“Do you wish you had?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lena waited.

“I saw your credential,” he said. “I decided it couldn’t be real because I believed the call. Then when you challenged me, I treated that like proof you were trouble.”

It was more than she had expected him to say.

“You were wrong,” she answered.

“I know.”

“I hope you remember that the next time the person you’re stopping has no credential at all.”

Vale swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”

She looked toward the lower streets. “Your supervisor will decide what happens with your conduct. I won’t pretend it didn’t happen just because you worked hard afterward.”