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The green neon bled into the alley through the door glass. Aurora Carter stepped inside with two empty cardboard boxes strapped across her forearms. The Raven's Nest smelled of beer, lemon polish, and old paper. Maps lined the walls, their edges pinned with brass tacks. Black-and-white photographs of Soho faces stared from the dim corners. Behind the bar, a mirror reflected the candlelight in small gold coins. She set the boxes against the wall, then stopped. At the far end of the bar, a woman in a charcoal coat sat with her back to the room. The hair had changed, shorter now, pinned low at the nape. The hands stayed familiar: square palms, bitten nails, a silver band twisting under the wrist. Aurora's throat moved. The woman turned, sensing the shift in the room. Her eyes widened at the first glimpse. "You're not allowed to vanish." Her voice cracked. Aurora stayed by the boxes. "I'm not vanishing." Eva Hughes stood. Her chair scraped against the floor. A pint of bitter had not been touched, dark and still in the glass beside her. "You left Cardiff with one bag." "I had a bag." "Seven years." "Mostly seven." A woman from the kitchen doorway froze when she saw Eva's face. She carried a tray of glasses and turned away before either of them spoke. Eva's fingers curled into the bar edge. The wood had grown shiny under years of elbows. Aurora moved to the booth near the wall. She had learned not to sit where her back faced the door. The seat creaked as she lowered herself. The crescent scar on her left wrist showed beneath the cuff. Eva slid into the booth across from her. She smelled of rain and mint. "Where did you learn to do that?" "Do what?" "Look at the exits." "London." The word sat between them. Outside, traffic hissed. Through the glass, the neon flickered. Eva looked toward the front, then back at Aurora. Her mouth worked for a second before she forced it still. "You look thinner." "You look like a solicitor." Eva touched the ring at her throat—a small key on a thin chain. The old Eva wore a plastic pendant from a fairground horse and threatened to cut it off if anyone mocked her. "Senior associate." "I mean I sit in rooms." Aurora smiled once, then stopped. She studied Eva's coat. Good wool. Clean cuffs. Hair pinned with control. Seven years could sand a person into a different shape if enough people watched. "I thought the police left a message. You were fine." "No message. No trace." "I was at your flat. The landlady let me in. Your father had paid the rent." "He didn't pay anything." "He would have." Aurora's thumb pressed over the scar. The ridge was older than her memory. The shape of the crescent had become a coin she spent when the room grew loud. "Did you come back to Cardiff after?" "No." "My mother sent flowers. They were addressed to the wrong flat." "You don't have to make it worse." "I don't make it worse. I ask." The bar owner appeared between them, a half-full glass in one hand, a cloth over his arm. His auburn hair greyed at the temples. The silver signet ring on his right hand caught the light when he set the glass before Aurora. "You need water." "I need a clean shirt." "You look like you need both." His eyes moved to Eva. "Miss Carter's friend?" "Old friend." "Old enough to order food?" Aurora took the water. "We'll have chips." Eva looked surprised. "You hate shared chips." "I changed." The bar owner walked away with his left leg taking the weight a beat later than the right. Eva watched him limp. "Who is that?" "The landlord." "Landlord?" "My flat is above the kitchen." "You live above a bar." "Delivery driver, bartender, spare room." Eva's face tightened. She picked up the untouched pint and set it down without drinking. "You were going to do the bar exam." "I was going to do a lot of things." "My father thought you'd quit. He liked to call imagination a defect." "Your father thought you were spoiled. We disagreed for years." "Because you loved arguing." "I loved not losing." The sentence landed. Eva looked at the table. One of the map pins had fallen loose, leaving a brass point shining under the wood. She picked up the pin and set it straight with the tip of her finger. "You used to fight for everyone." "I did." "Everyone except you." Aurora drank water. The glass left a faint wet circle on the wood. She watched Eva's finger follow the edge of the circle. "What did he do?" "What." "Don't." "You knew." "I suspected." "You suspected." Eva's hand stilled. She pulled it back as if the table had grown hot. "When I told him you were going to London, he wanted discipline. I answered yes. It was easier. I wanted to stay at home and not hear the phone ring. I told myself you were dramatic." "Thank you." "You were not dramatic." "You didn't tell me that then." "I was twenty-two." "Twenty-two was the age we were going to fix the law." Aurora looked at the photographs on the wall. Faces from another city, older and younger at once. She had once believed the dead looked calm because they were wise. Now she thought they looked tired. "You came here alone." "I was never alone. Yu-Fei needed help with nights. Si let me sleep in the room behind the stairs." "You called him Si." "He's a pain." "And you do deliveries for a Chinese restaurant." "It's a golden empress, not a metaphor." Eva gave a short breath. Not laughter. The air that sometimes passed for it. "I have a house in Grangeton. A cat named Justice. A fiancé who brings me tea when I work late." Aurora looked up. "Eva." "No, you asked. I answer. Don't make it a question." "I didn't." "You're doing that face." "What face?" "The one you used when you were about to explain why people hurt you." The words landed. Aurora's fingers tightened around the glass. Water trembled at the rim but did not spill. "I'm sorry. That was cruel." "It was accurate." "It was too much." "I can handle too much. I used to handle it in a flat above a fishmonger." "You were angry at me." "I was angry at everyone. It's a terrible habit." "You have it still." "I have other habits." Eva's eyes moved down to Aurora's wrists. The delivery straps had left red marks there. She reached out, then pulled back before touching. The motion was small, but Aurora saw it. "Let me see." "Let me not." "Please." Aurora pushed the sleeve up. The marks made a rough rectangle on the skin. She turned her wrist, showing the scar first. "You used to wear gloves." "I did." "Because you were cold." "Because I didn't want to look." Eva's breath came shallow. She touched the back of Aurora's wrist and stopped short. The skin warmed where her finger rested. "You should have called." "I tried. Three times. You were busy." "Then I was busy." "You were always busy after he came to our house. You didn't understand why I made it bigger." Eva's hand dropped. She turned her face toward the bar, then away. Her jaw worked. "You made it smaller." Aurora let that sit. The bar owner returned with a basket. Chips sat in brown paper, salt shining under the candle. The smell was ordinary and impossible. They both looked at it. Eva picked a chip. Her fingers were steady. "You have a baby coming." Eva's hand stopped at the basket. "How?" "The coat. You wear it open because you can't bend in it." "I forgot you notice things." "I learned." "You shouldn't have had to." Aurora ate a chip. Salt burned a crack in the skin near her knuckle. She tasted nothing until after she swallowed. Eva picked up the untouched pint. She carried it to the sink behind the bar, poured it away, and came back. The smell of bitter rose around her like a warning. "Tell me you're safe." "That's not how safe works." "Tell me." "I have a door that locks from the inside. I have a phone I can answer. I have work that keeps me on the street. I have Si, who has never asked me for anything except rent." "And what do you have for yourself?" The question was too clean. Aurora looked at the map above Eva's head. The lines traced a city she had learned as a guest. Streets she could name from memory only because she had walked them in the dark. "I don't know yet." Eva nodded once. She picked up a chip and held it without eating. "I wanted to meet you because I was afraid." "Of what?" "That you wouldn't be angry. I would have preferred angry. I could have written that down and made sense of it." "You think I'm too gentle?" "I think you are too contained." Aurora set the basket between them. "I contained everything once. It burst. People got hurt. I don't trust what comes out next." "You don't know." "I know I left before I knew how to stay." Eva's face changed. Not grief exactly. Recognition, like a room found behind a familiar wall. "Stay." "I am." "Not here. I mean you. You." The word hung above the table. Outside, the green neon pulsed. In the mirror behind the bar, the empty boxes from the kitchen stood against the wall like small paper soldiers. Eva reached into her coat and took out a card. She set it on the table, face up. The hospital's logo sat neat in the corner. "I'm at St David's on Thursday. A scan. If you want." Aurora looked at the card. The paper was white and new. "You came here for a job." "I came for tea and ended up in this place because it's quiet." "Si's bar is never quiet." "It is when no one is drinking." Aurora did not take the card. Her fingers stayed near the salt shaker. She watched the candle flame lean under the draft from the door. "If I come, you have to promise not to fix me." Eva's eyes filled, but she did not look away. "I can't promise." Aurora pulled her sleeve down. "Good." Eva touched the card with one finger. "You are not the girl who left Cardiff." "No." "I don't know who you are now." "That's because you left me there." "I know." They sat under the wall of faces. The chips cooled. The candle guttered once, then steadied.