Damon stood at the edge of the temporary command center, his phone pressed to his ear and his free hand massaging the bridge of his nose.
Crisis had been averted, somehow. It escalated so quickly he didn't believe it could somehow be resolved. Exhaustion weighed on him, even when he wasn't the one directly facing danger.
He had racked his brain to find all the specific solutions and beg for the right people to come. But right now, after managing a crisis for hours, he was finally dealing with something somehow more stressful than the crisis itself.
The evacuation was still underway and the pumps were still running. The news helicopters had finally been shooed away, but not before broadcasting footage of a pregnant woman holding back a reservoir to every screen on the planet.
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, Damon Iondora had seen a face he couldn't quite place.
