Chapter 4
THE TRUCK PULLED AWAY from the house, leaving Sady with a deep dark hole at the bottom of his heart. Next to him, Loriane wiped a tear from her cheek.
“She’ll have fun,” Sady said, to cheer himself more than anything, to fool himself that he wasn’t terribly worried about the signs he was getting from his spies. At least when she was out of the capital, Lana was safe.
He wheeled Loriane back into the house, to the kitchen, where Myra stood at the stove, her face red. She wiped her cheeks.
“We’ll all miss her,” she said.
It was true. Sady remembered the day Lana was born, his first and only child. He remembered holding her for the first time when the midwife put her in his arms, all red-skinned and wrinkled. She was the baby in the household and had always remained so. Myra’s
