Ma ... I tried so hard to get you somewhere safe. I sent you to your death. I leaned against Morton, weeping as he held me.
Then: Oh, Anastasia.
As the last pieces fell, I remembered the foolish big-eared man, Trey, who thought I might marry him.
Police and zeppelin officials swarmed the area shouting for doctors. People bled all around us. The floor was covered with glass, blood, bodies, crying children, people wailing as they knelt over loved ones.
Morton grabbed my arm. "We must leave before the police start questioning people."
We tried every door, every hallway, but they were all blocked, guarded. Finally, I put my hair up, my hat on, and tried to bully a guard into letting us out, telling him my name.
"I'm sorry, mum, but we can't let anyone leave. This is a police matter. I ca
