Courts did theirs.
We did ours.
We kept going.
That evening, I returned home alone.
Alone no longer frightened me.
I opened the windows.
Made tea.
Then stopped.
For a second I almost laughed.
For months I had refused to drink anything I had not prepared myself.
Now I watched steam rise from the cup and realized ordinary things had slowly become ordinary again.
On my desk were two photographs.
One showed Noah and me as children with our parents.
The other had been taken that morning at the terminal.
Same brother.
Same sister.
Different people.
I carried my cup onto the porch.
In the distance I could just see the glow of Bellmere.
Somewhere beyond the city, Evermere River kept moving.
Adrian once believed that if he could make me disappear, everything attached to my name would become available.
My shares.
