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The green neon above the door buzzed like a trapped wasp as Aurora pushed into the Nest, shaking rain from her jacket. Tuesday, half-ten, and Silas had already dimmed the lamps to that amber hush he preferred after the office crowd left. She slid onto her usual stool at the far end of the bar, the one nearest the hatch, and rubbed the crescent scar on her wrist without noticing she did it. "Usual?" Silas didn't look up from the glass he was polishing. "Please." He poured with a surgeon's economy, set the tumbler in front of her, and limped off towards the cellar door without further comment. That was the thing about Silas. He could read a room the way other men read a newspaper, and tonight the room was her. She took her first sip and felt, rather than saw, someone looking. Three stools down, a woman sat with both hands wrapped around an untouched glass of white wine. Cropped blonde hair, almost silver under the lamp. A charcoal coat folded neatly on the stool beside her, the lining showing silk. The woman's face had the controlled stillness of someone who had spent years learning not to give anything away, and then, as their eyes met, that stillness cracked down the middle. "Rory?" Aurora's stomach dropped a floor. "Thea." Althea Pryce had worn her hair long at Cardiff, reddish-brown and always half-falling out of some improvised knot. She had chewed pen lids during lectures and laughed too loud in the library and eaten Aurora's chips without asking for six terms running. This woman, the one lifting her wine with a steady hand now, could have been Thea's older, more expensive cousin. "God." Thea shifted onto the stool beside her, bringing a trace of something green and sharp, cedar perhaps. "I thought I was seeing things. You're in London." "Couple of years now. You?" "Four. I took a job at a firm in Holborn. Then another firm. Now a different one again." A small, practised smile. "That seems to be the pattern." "Law, then." "Law. I finished. You didn't." Aurora turned her glass a quarter turn on the bar. "No. I didn't." There was a pause, long enough for the jukebox to click over to something with a trumpet. Thea watched her as if she were a brief she hadn't yet read. "You just vanished, Rory." "I know." "Eva told me you were fine, and then she wouldn't tell me anything else, which is how I knew you weren't." Thea took a proper drink this time. The wine left a faint print on the rim. "I rang your mother once. Did she mention?" "She didn't." "Probably for the best. I cried at her on the phone. I was twenty-one and dramatic." "You were never dramatic." "I was, a bit. You just weren't looking." Aurora felt something tilt inside her, the way furniture does when a floor settles in an old house. She had an image of Thea at twenty, standing in the kitchen of their shared flat in Roath with a tea towel over her shoulder, arguing about the Human Rights Act as if it were a personal grievance. Bare feet. A coffee stain on a jumper that had started the year as Aurora's. "You've cut your hair," Aurora said, because she couldn't say the other thing. "Three years ago. It was a bad week. I kept it." "It suits you." "It doesn't, really. It suits the job. There's a difference." Thea looked down into her wine. "You look the same." "I don't feel the same." "No. I can see that too." Silas returned from the cellar with a crate of tonic, clocked the second figure at the bar, clocked Aurora's face, and retreated towards the other end without a word. His signet ring caught the lamp once as he passed. "Was it him?" Thea asked quietly. "Evan." "It was a lot of things. He was the loudest of them." "You should have told me." "I didn't know how to tell anyone. I rang Eva at three in the morning and she bought me a train ticket. That was all the telling I managed." "I'd have come, Rory. I'd have driven down that night." "I know you would have." She found she could not look at Thea's hands, which had always been ink-stained and were now manicured in a pale, forgettable pink. "That's partly why I didn't ring you. You had finals." "Finals." Thea made a noise that wasn't quite a laugh. "You disappeared because I had finals." "I disappeared because I couldn't stand the idea of anyone from before seeing me like that. Finals was just the reason I gave myself at the time." Thea set the glass down. She was quiet for long enough that Aurora watched the condensation run a thin line to the coaster. "I passed them," Thea said at last. "The finals. Firsts, mostly. I got pupillage at the set we used to joke about, the one with the awful chambers tea. I worked until I couldn't see. I bought a flat in Clerkenwell I don't like. I stopped ringing my sister. I go to the gym at six. I have a man I see on Thursdays who thinks my name is Althea, because I never corrected him." She smiled without any of it reaching her eyes. "I've done very well, Rory. Everyone says so." "Thea." "Don't. I'm not fishing. I'm just saying." She lifted the glass again, put it down again. "Sometimes I think I became a barrister because you didn't. Like there had to be one of us." "That's not fair to either of us." "No. It isn't." The trumpet on the jukebox gave way to something slower, a piano and a woman's voice very far away. Someone opened the door behind them and closed it again on the weather. Aurora watched a small puddle widen by the mat. "What are you doing here, Thea? In this bar. Tonight." "A case conference up the road. I walked the long way back to the tube and saw the sign." She tilted her head towards the window, towards the green buzz of it. "I thought, one drink. I thought, I'll sit somewhere no one from work will find me." "And instead." "And instead." Thea looked at her for a long moment, and the careful lawyer's face slipped, and underneath it was the girl with the tea towel, tired and older and still there. "Instead you." Aurora reached across the bar and, without deciding to, laid her fingers over Thea's wrist. Thea's pulse was quick under the thin skin. "I'm sorry," Aurora said. "For the ticket I didn't buy back." "I know." "It doesn't undo anything." "No," Thea said. "But say it again anyway."