Collapsing by the bench, Diana reached under and tugged Henry out from his hiding spot. The terrified expression on his face saw her heart fracture again, and she pulled him to her chest. Tears fell down her cheeks as she murmured to him quietly. He was still too stunned to do anything other than sob and hold onto her. The roar of dragons above wrenched her out of her relief. The man’s voice beside her caused her to freeze and remember what had happened just moments before.

He’d claimed that he was her husband, come back from years at sea and she had screamed at him to get away, because there wasn’t any possible way that the man in front of her was William. He looked like him and sounded like him of course. But even so, Diana clutched Henry to her chest as she stood up and eyed him cautiously. He wasn’t wrong, they needed to get to shelter and quick. The only place she could think of was: “The Crowdy Memorial Library.”

It made the most sense. She knew the debate had taken place there, which meant at least half of the Ministry’s officials would be present. Even if she was wrong, there was no other option.