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The green neon above The Raven's Nest bled colour onto the wet pavement on Greek Street. Aurora pushed through the door and the bell over it jangled. Warm air struck her face, thick with old beer and lemon cleaner. The low light in the bar pooled around the tables. Old maps curled at the edges on the walls. Black-and-white photographs stared down with dust in their frames. Silas stood behind the bar. His grey-streaked auburn hair caught the light. He wiped a pint glass with a white cloth. The silver signet ring on his right hand flashed. He shifted his weight off his left leg. "You look soaked through." Aurora tugged at the hem of her delivery jacket. Water dripped onto the floorboards from her straight shoulder-length black hair. "Last drop for Yu-Fei. Some tourist at the Dean Street hotel wanted extra chilli oil in the rain. My luck." Silas set the glass down. His hazel eyes flicked to the door as it opened again. A gust of cold street air cut through the warmth. He gave a small nod toward the entrance, the way he did when he wanted Aurora to look. Aurora turned. A woman stood in the doorway in a camel coat that cost more than three months of rent for the flat above the bar. Her blonde hair was cut sharp at the jaw. Her umbrella dripped onto the mat. She stared at Aurora and her mouth opened. Aurora felt the blood leave her face. "Rory?" The woman stepped forward. Her boots left clean prints on the damp floor. "Eva." Eva Davies laughed, or made a sound close to it. She let the umbrella fall against the bookshelf that hid the back room. She crossed the distance in four strides and grabbed Aurora's hands. Her grip was cold. "Christ. It is you. I thought Silas was taking the piss when he said someone from Cardiff worked the deliveries." Aurora pulled her left hand back without thought. The small crescent-shaped scar on her wrist, white against her skin, caught the bar light. Eva's eyes caught it too. Silas leaned against the bar and folded the cloth. "You two need a drink. On the house." Eva shrugged off her coat. Underneath she wore a navy suit, pressed, precise. No loose threads. No charity shop patches on the elbows, no ink stains on the cuffs. The Eva who used to sit on the wall behind Cardiff University library with a busted speaker and cheap cider had vanished under the cut of that cloth. "I was in town for a mediation. Client dinner finished early. I told the cab to drop me anywhere in Soho. Anywhere. And this place." "You hated London." "I hated a lot of things at twenty." Silas placed two whiskies on the bar. He slid one toward Aurora. He kept his distance. That was his skill. Eva picked up the glass. She looked at Aurora's jacket, the faded Golden Empress logo on the back, the frayed cuffs of her jeans, the trainers held together with black tape. "You look the same. God. The exact same." "I cut my hair." "You know what I mean." Aurora wrapped both hands around her glass. The heat from it burned into her palms. "You look different." Eva gave a tight smile. She turned the glass in her hand. "Partners love a suit. Makes the other side think you won already. I made junior partner last year. Corporate litigation." Aurora remembered Eva in a law tutorial, twenty years old, arguing until her voice cracked because a case about factory workers in Merthyr mattered. Eva who said she would never work for the people who owned the factories. "You stayed with pre-law?" "I left Cardiff." "I heard." The bar filled with the low hum of other tables, a couple arguing over a bill, the clink of a glass. Aurora stared at the maps on the wall, at a faded line marking a border that no longer existed. "You never called me back." Eva set her glass down hard enough that whisky slopped over the rim. "I called you for three weeks. You vanished. You left your course, your flat, your phone. Your mum phoned me. She asked me where you were." "I told you where I was going." "You sent a text at two in the morning. 'London. Safe.' Safe. What was I supposed to do with that?" Aurora felt fifteen again, sat on the cold floor of Eva's kitchen while Evan shouted through the letterbox downstairs. She felt the weight of Eva's duvet around her shoulders the night she showed Eva the bruise on her ribs. "You had exams." "Don't." "I did not want you to throw your finals away for me." "So you decided for me." Silas moved to the far end of the bar. He lifted a crate. His left leg dragged for half a step. He did not look at them. Eva's face tightened. Her bright lipstick had bled a little at the corner of her mouth. That small flaw made her familiar again. "I went to your dad's office. Brendan told me you were in London with me. He said you asked me to take you in. That was a lie, Rory. I had no idea where you were." "I told my dad to tell you that so he would stop looking. I told him to tell everyone." "And you believed he would leave it at that? He rang me every day. Your mother cried on my phone. I sat my contract law exam with your mother's voice in my ear." Aurora drank. The whisky scraped down her throat. "I could not stay. Evan knew where you lived. He knew where I had my seminars. If you stayed close to me, he stayed close to you." "That was not your call." "It was my life." "It was our life. Since we were nine." Eva's hands shook. She pressed them flat against the bar to stop it. Aurora saw the old Eva then, the one who used to steal chips from her plate and shout at boys who pulled Aurora's hair in primary school. The suit could not hide it. "I got you a room. I had money from my mum. I had it. You left before I could give you the key." Aurora closed her eyes. For a second she was back in that hallway, suitcase in hand, Eva's door closed because Eva was at the library. The note she left on the kitchen table said thanks and sorry and nothing else. She had stood there for a full minute listening to the fridge hum, too much a coward to wait. "I know." "You know. You know. You work over a bar and ride a bike in the rain for a Chinese restaurant. You live over a bar. You could have come home. Cardiff would have taken you back." "I did not want Cardiff." "You did not want me." The words landed between them. Aurora's bright blue eyes filled. She blinked and looked away at the green wash of the neon through the window, at the black-and-white faces of strangers on the wall. "I was ashamed." Eva let out a breath. All the sharp lines in her shoulders dropped. "Of him? Or of me seeing it?" "Both." Silas placed a clean ash tray between them though neither smoked. An old habit, a reason to step close and then step back. His signet ring caught the light again. Eva reached out. Her fingers stopped just short of Aurora's wrist, short of that small crescent scar. "You still have it." "I keep it as a souvenir." "From when you fell off my dad's shed trying to steal apples. You were eight." "I bled all over your mum's patio." Eva laughed. This time the sound cracked open and real and ugly. Tears cut through her make-up. "I missed you every day. Do you get that? I sat in that house and you were gone." Aurora reached across the bar and took Eva's cold hand in both of hers. Her grip was firm. "I missed you too. I thought if I stayed away long enough you would turn into someone who did not miss me back. Then it would not hurt so much." Eva stared at their joined hands. "Look at us. You deliver noodles and I sue people over noodles. What happened?" "We grew up." "We were supposed to grow up together." Outside, a bus roared past and sprayed water against the window. The bell over the door jangled as two more customers came in, shaking off rain.